"Is you Ma.r.s.e Fleming?" she gasped.
"Yes," said Fleming gently. "What can I do for you?"
"Well! Ye kin pick dis yar insek, dis caterpillier," she said, pointing to Faulkner, "off my paf. Ye kin tell dis yar chipmunk dat when he comes to showin" me mule tracks for b"ar tracks, he"s barkin" up de wrong tree! Dat when he tells me dat he sees panfers a-promenadin" round in de short gra.s.s or hidin" behime rocks in de open, he hain"t talkin" to no n.i.g.g.e.r chile, but a growed woman! Ye kin tell him dat Mammy Curtis lived in de woods afo" he was born, and hez seen more b"ars and mountain lyuns dan he hez hairs in his mustarches."
The word "Mammy" brought a flash of recollection to Fleming.
"I am very sorry," he began; but to his surprise the negro woman burst into a good-tempered laugh.
"All right, honey! S"long"s you is Ma.r.s.e Fleming and de man dat took dat "ar pan offer Tinka de odder day, I ain"t mindin" yo" frens"
bedevilments. I"ve got somefin fo" you, yar, and a little box," and she handed him a folded paper.
Fleming felt himself reddening, he knew not why, at which Faulkner discreetly but ostentatiously withdrew, conveying to his other partner painful conviction that Fleming had borrowed a pan from a traveling tinker, whose negro wife was even now presenting a bill for the same, and demanding a settlement. Relieved by his departure, Fleming hurriedly tore open the folded paper. It was a letter written upon a leaf torn out of an old account book, whose ruled lines had undoubtedly given his partners the idea that it was a bill. Fleming hurriedly read the following, traced with a pencil in a schoolgirl"s hand:--
Mr. J. FLEMING.
Dear Sir,--After you went away that day I took that pan you brought back to mix a batch of bread and biscuits. The next morning at breakfast dad says: "What"s gone o" them thar biscuits--my teeth is just broke with them--they"re so gritty--they"re abominable! What"s this?" says he, and with that he chucks over to me two or three flakes of gold that was in them. You see what had happened, Mr. Fleming, was this! You had better luck than you was knowing of! It was this way! Some of the gold you washed had got slipped into the sides of the pan where it was broke, and the sticky dough must have brought it out, and I kneaded them up unbeknowing. Of course I had to tell a wicked lie, but "Be ye all things to all men," says the Book, and I thought you ought to know your good luck, and I send mammy with this and the gold in a little box. Of course, if dad was a hunter of Mammon and not of G.o.d"s own beasts, he would have been mighty keen about finding where it came from, but he allows it was in the water in our near spring. So good-by. Do you care for your ring now as much as you did?
Yours very respectfully,
KATINKA JALLINGER.
As Mr. Fleming glanced up from the paper, mammy put a small cardboard box in his hand. For an instant he hesitated to open it, not knowing how far mammy was intrusted with the secret. To his great relief she said briskly: "Well, dar! now dat job"s done gone and often my han"s, I allow to quit and jest get off dis yer camp afo" ye kin shake a stick. So don"t tell me nuffin I ain"t gotter tell when I goes back."
Fleming understood. "You can tell her I thank her--and--I"ll attend to it," he said vaguely; "that is--I"--
"Hold dar! that"s just enuff, honey--no mo"! So long to ye and youse folks."
He watched her striding away toward the main road, and then opened the box.
It contained three flakes of placer or surface gold, weighing in all about a quarter of an ounce. They could easily have slipped into the interstices of the broken pan and not have been observed by him. If this was the result of the washing of a single pan--and he could now easily imagine that other flakes might have escaped--what--But he stopped, dazed and bewildered at the bare suggestion. He gazed upon the vanishing figure of "mammy." Could she--could Katinka--have the least suspicion of the possibilities of this discovery? Or had Providence put the keeping of this secret into the hands of those who least understood its importance? For an instant he thought of running after her with a word of caution; but on reflection he saw that this might awaken her suspicion and precipitate a discovery by another.
His only safety for the present was silence, until he could repeat his experiment. And that must be done quickly.
How should he get away without his partners" knowledge of his purpose?
He was too loyal to them to wish to keep this good fortune to himself, but he was not yet sure of his good fortune. It might be only a little "pocket" which he had just emptied; it might be a larger one which another trial would exhaust.
He had put up no "notice;" he might find it already in possession of Katinka"s father, or any chance prospector like himself. In either case he would be covered with ridicule by his partners and the camp, or more seriously rebuked for his carelessness and stupidity. No! he could not tell them the truth; nor could he lie. He would say he was called away for a day on private business.
Luckily for him, the active imagination of his partners was even now helping him. The theory of the "tinker" and the "pan" was indignantly rejected by his other partner. His blushes and embarra.s.sment were suddenly remembered by Faulkner, and by the time he reached his cabin, they had settled that the negro woman had brought him a love letter! He was young and good looking; what was more natural than that he should have some distant love affair?
His embarra.s.sed statement that he must leave early the next morning on business that he could not at PRESENT disclose was considered amply confirmatory, and received with maliciously significant acquiescence.
"Only," said Faulkner, "at YOUR age, sonny,"--he was nine months older than Fleming,--"I should have gone TO-NIGHT." Surely Providence was favoring him!
He was off early the next morning. He was sorely tempted to go first to the cabin, but every moment was precious until he had tested the proof of his good fortune.
It was high noon before he reached the fringe of forest. A few paces farther and he found the spring and outcrop. To avert his partners"
suspicions he had not brought his own implements, but had borrowed a pan, spade, and pick from a neighbor"s claim before setting out. The spot was apparently in the same condition as when he left it, and with a beating heart he at once set to work, an easy task with his new implements. He nervously watched the water overflow the pan of dirt at its edges until, emptied of earth and gravel, the black sand alone covered the bottom. A slight premonition of disappointment followed; a rich indication would have shown itself before this! A few more workings, and the pan was quite empty except for a few pin-points of "color," almost exactly the quant.i.ty he found before. He washed another pan with the same result. Another taken from a different level of the outcrop yielded neither more nor less! There was no mistake: it was a failure! His discovery had been only a little "pocket," and the few flakes she had sent him were the first and last of that discovery.
He sat down with a sense of relief; he could face his partners again without disloyalty; he could see that pretty little figure once more without the compunction of having incurred her father"s prejudices by locating a permanent claim so near his cabin. In fact, he could carry out his partners" fancy to the letter!
He quickly heaped his implements together and turned to leave the wood; but he was confronted by a figure that at first he scarcely recognized.
Yet--it was Katinka! the young girl of the cabin, who had sent him the gold. She was dressed differently--perhaps in her ordinary every-day garments--a bright sprigged muslin, a chip hat with blue ribbons set upon a coil of luxurious brown hair. But what struck him most was that the girlish and diminutive character of the figure had vanished with her ill-fitting clothes; the girl that stood before him was of ordinary height, and of a prettiness and grace of figure that he felt would have attracted anywhere. Fleming felt himself suddenly embarra.s.sed,--a feeling that was not lessened when he noticed that her pretty lip was compressed and her eyebrows a little straightened as she gazed at him.
"Ye made a bee line for the woods, I see," she said coldly. "I allowed ye might have been droppin" in to our house first."
"So I should," said Fleming quickly, "but I thought I ought to first make sure of the information you took the trouble to send me." He hesitated to speak of the ill luck he had just experienced; he could laugh at it himself--but would she?
"And ye got a new pan?" she said half poutingly.
Here seemed his opportunity. "Yes, but I"m afraid it hasn"t the magic of yours. I haven"t even got the color. I believe you bewitched your old pan."
Her face flushed a little and brightened, and her lip relaxed with a smile. "Go "long with yer! Ye don"t mean to say ye had no luck to-day?"
"None--but in seeing you."
Her eyes sparkled. "Ye see, I said all "long ye weren"t much o" a miner.
Ye ain"t got no faith. Ef ye had as much as a grain o" mustard seed, ye"d remove mountains; it"s in the Book."
"Yes, and this mountain is on the bedrock, and my faith is not strong enough," he said laughingly. "And then, that would be having faith in Mammon, and you don"t want me to have THAT."
She looked at him curiously. "I jest reckon ye don"t care a picayune whether ye strike anything or not," she said half admiringly.
"To please you I"ll try again, if you"ll look on. Perhaps you"ll bring me luck as you did before. You shall take the pan. I will fill it and you shall wash it out. You"ll be my MASCOT."
She stiffened a little at this, and then said pertly, "Wot"s that?"
"My good fairy."
She smiled again, this time with a new color in her pale face. "Maybe I am," she said, with sudden gravity.
He quickly filled the pan again with soil, brought it to the spring, and first washed out the greater bulk of loose soil. "Now come here and kneel down beside me," he said, "and take the pan and do as I show you."
She knelt down obediently. Suddenly she lifted her little hand with a gesture of warning. "Wait a minit--jest a minit--till the water runs clear again."
The pool had become slightly discolored from the first washing.
"That makes no difference," he said quickly.
"Ah! but wait, please!" She laid her brown hand upon his arm; a pleasant warmth seemed to follow her touch. Then she said joyously, "Look down there."
"Where?" he asked.
"There--don"t ye see it?"
"See what?"