"Five hundred dollars!" said "Boss" Kelley, who by virtue of his position took it upon himself to act as judge when matters came before them that were somewhat hard to be decided. Tom had noticed one thing: that his word was law to the two cowboys, and that when he spoke the other two remained silent. "That"s a heap of money to go into Dan"s hands. How long do you suppose it will last him?"
"Until he can get to Cale"s bar," said Hank Monroe.
"And no longer," chimed in Frank Stanley.
"It"s his and he ought to have it, if we can find him when he is sober,"
said Kelley. "Now, doctor, how came you by it in the first place?"
"I am plain Tom Mason, and I don"t like to answer to any other name,"
said the latter; and with the words he settled back in his chair and told the history of his meeting with Mr. Bolton. He kept back nothing.
He knew he could tell it just as it happened, for these men had more or less to do with gamblers, and knew the motives which influenced them.
When he got through, he found that he had them very much interested.
"Why, you haven"t done anything," said Stanley. "Go home and tell your uncle just what you have told us, and take the racket."
"Boys, I know my uncle," said Tom, shaking his head.
"Perhaps he had better go on," said Kelley. "His uncle will throw things at him whenever he gets mad, and it"s better to go away and let him get over that. Now, Tom, if you are willing to take help from us----"
"I am willing to take help from anybody," said Tom. "I am a stranger in a strange place, and don"t know what move to make first."
"Very good," said Kelley, extending his hand to be shaken by Tom, a proceeding in which he was imitated by both his friends. "That is a cowboy"s grip, and whenever you get it out here, you may know that you are among friends. Tom is one of our party now."
Tom Mason told himself that never had a runaway been blessed with such luck. No sooner did one man on whom he was depending for a.s.sistance turn out to be unreliable than another one came to take his place. For once he had forgotten himself and told the truth, and the truth was mighty and would prevail. After that he had nothing to do during the rest of his trip but sit alongside one of his companions and talk of cattle-herding and speculate concerning the future of Black Dan. All he could learn regarding the latter was that he was going to the bad as rapidly as he could.
"All gamblers come to that sooner or later," said Kelley. "All the money I have got was made honestly. I don"t know one card from another."
All this was very encouraging. If a man of Kelley"s stamp--Tom knew he was well off, for he had heard him talk of the thousand head of cattle which he was holding fast to until the government came up to his price--could live all these years on the prairie and never learn one card from another, it was certain that another might do so.
At last, after innumerable discouragements, during which her spars had been used until they were all mud, and it seemed impossible for her to proceed a foot farther, the _Ivanhoe_ whistled for Fort Hamilton. Then Tom saw what had given it that name. A short distance above the little circle of houses that always spring up around a fortification, crowning a hill, was a stockade from which floated the Stars and Stripes, and among the crowd of loungers who a.s.sembled to see the boat come in were several men dressed in the uniform of the army.
As soon as the landing was made Tom went to the clerk to get the money he had locked in the safe, and made his way down the stairs to find Kelley and Stanley waiting for him. They all had horses, with their extra wardrobe tied up in ponchos behind their saddles, but they had given them over to one of their number with orders to take them to the Eldorado, the hotel which all the best men in that country patronized.
"Now, we want to find out what"s left of Black Dan," said Kelley. "I think we will get on his trail somewhere up here."
CHAPTER VII.
A TEMPERANCE LECTURE.
It was a muddy, miry place in which Tom Mason now found himself, for it had been raining some there and Fort Hamilton was not blessed with a system of drainage. There were no sidewalks except in front of the various saloons and stores they pa.s.sed, and half the way they walked through mud that was more than ankle deep. It was astonishing to him to notice how many people there were on the streets who recognized his companions. It was "Howdy, Mr. Kelley?" and "h.e.l.lo, Stanley!" or "h.e.l.lo, Arrow-foot!" until Tom might be pardoned for thinking that his two friends were raised right in town instead of coming from a country a hundred miles away.
"Arrow-foot?" said he. "That"s one thing I do not understand."
"Well, you see that when my employer first came to this country and wanted a name for his cattle, he picked up on his piece of land, close by the spot where his dugout is now located, a small piece of clay plainly marked with an arrow-foot. There was the stem of the arrow all complete, and so he named his cattle "Arrow-foot." Almost everybody out here is known by the brand his cattle wears."
"But how do they come to call you "Mr." Kelley?"
"I don"t know, unless it is because I don"t drink or gamble with them, and have a happy faculty for settling all the rows."
Presently Mr. Kelley made his way into a s.p.a.cious saloon that occupied one end of the block. It had evidently been built by someone who had an idea of refinement about him, for its verandas were s.p.a.cious, the windows came down to the floor, and there was a gilded sign over the door. Inside the room was large and airy, with a bar on one side and a number of tables extending away to the other end. It was quiet enough now in the daytime, but when Tom heard the noise that came from it after the lamps were lighted, he thought pandemonium had broken loose.
"Howdy, Mr. Kelley? Denominate your poison," said the man behind the counter, extending a bottle toward him with one hand and reaching out the other to be shaken. "Got back safe and sound, didn"t you?"
"I don"t take any of that stuff, and you ought to know better than to ask me. I got back all right with the exception of the dumb ague, which took me just as I got ready to leave Fort Gibson. Have you seen Black Dan lately?"
"You"re right, I have," said the man, frowning fiercely. "Do you see that?" he added, taking out from under his counter a revolver which was c.o.c.ked and ready to be used when it was drawn. "I am going to keep that just as it is and show it to him when he wakes up. Because he used to own this house is no reason why he should pull a pistol on me!"
"Did he draw it on you?" asked Tom, forgetting where he was in the excitement of the moment.
"I should say he did, kid, and Mose, there, was just in time to stop him. I hope you have come to take him East, for I don"t want him around here any longer. It is all I can do to keep him from getting into a fight with somebody, and the first thing you know he will pick up the wrong man. You took him out, Mose. Do you know where he is?"
"Yes; he"s out there," said Mose, motioning one way with his thumb and another way with his head. "I can find him."
Mose made an effort to get on his feet, but reeled considerably, and would have fallen back in his chair if Mr. Kelley had not caught him and placed him steadily on his feet. When he was fairly up, he was all right, and made his way out of the house and around the corner, closely followed by Mr. Kelley and Tom. Presently he stopped, and curled up behind a water-b.u.t.t, the mud spattered thick on his torn clothing, his empty holster and the stump of his crippled arm thrown out recklessly by his side, lay all that was left of Black Dan. Tom saw in a minute where he had got his cognomen. His complexion was swarthy and his hair and whiskers were as black as midnight, but for all that he had been a very handsome man. He was dead drunk, and Mr. Kelley saw that all attempts to arouse him would be useless.
"Why didn"t you put him in a bed?" asked Tom, in accents of disgust.
"He wouldn"t stay there," replied Mose. "That is the only place he will stay, and there is where we take him as soon as he shows any desire to go to sleep."
"Let"s go away," said Tom. "I"ll never drink a drop of whiskey as long as I live."
"It would be useless to try to awake him," said Mr. Kelley. "Mose, you tell him that as soon as he wakes up we want to see him down to the Eldorado, where we are stopping. We want to see him particularly. You can remember that much, can"t you?"
"I can, sir," replied Mose, hastily pocketing the dollar which Kelley thrust out to him. "I"ll send him down as soon as he comes to himself."
"It always comes hard for one to see a man done up in that style," said Mr. Kelley, as he and Tom bent their steps toward the Eldorado. "It makes me hate whiskey worse than I did before."
Tom had seen so much of the little town of Fort Hamilton that he had some doubts about going to the Eldorado. Their little interview with Black Dan, if such it could be called, had taken all the conversation out of them; but when they entered the living-room of the hotel, and saw no semblance of a bar, and the men who were playing cards were doing it for fun, and not for money, and there was no sign of a drunken man around, his spirits rose wonderfully, and he walked up and placed his valise on the counter.
"Ah! here you are," exclaimed Stanley, coming up at that moment. "I wasn"t able to get a room with four beds in it, but I have engaged one end of the dining-room, so that we can all be together to-night."
"Full up to the top notch," said the clerk. "Put it there, Mr. Kelley.
How are you, Arrow-foot? This young man I don"t remember to have seen before, but all the same I am glad to meet him."
"Yes, he"s a tender-foot, and we are taking him out to have the boss grub-stake him."
"Ah! that"s your business, is it? Fine business that. You may make a strike some day and come back and buy us all out. You"re going right in the country for one, for there"s a nugget worth eight thousand dollars for you to pitch on to."
"Yes, Elam Storm"s nugget," said Stanley. "I hope to goodness you"ll get it, for then we shall quit hearing so much about it."
"Oh, it"s there, for one with such a reputation as that--why, man alive, it extends through twenty years! And the Red Ghost, too; you want to steer clear of him."
Tom laughed and said he would do his best to follow the clerk"s advice.
He had heard of Elam Storm"s nugget, had even found himself thinking of it when awake, and dreaming about it when asleep. He knew that his chances for digging it up were rather slim, for he did not suppose that the man who had hid it had any idea that it would be unearthed by anyone save himself; but if he should happen to strike it with one blow of his pick! Wouldn"t he be in town? He could then write back to his uncle that he had made more than the sum he had temporarily lost, made it by the sweat of his brow, and he was sure that the next letter he received from his uncle would be one telling him to come back home, and all would be forgiven. But the Red Ghost! Tom did not know what to think about him.
He had been seen, never in broad daylight, and he was a terrible thing to look at. He roamed about after nightfall, tearing the mules and trampling the teamsters to death, and the worst of it was he was always to be found somewhere near the place where the nugget was supposed to be hid. Stanley once had a partner that had been done to death, and even Mr. Kelley"s face grew solemn whenever he spoke of him. That was the only thing that made Tom doubtful about taking a grub-stake.