Reynolds asked.
"Did I say I was willin"?"
"That is what I inferred from your words."
"I merely asked ye "twixt which would ye choose: the findin" that gal, which is an unsartin proposition, or gittin" the gold, which is as sure as the sun. That"s all I asked."
"But if I choose the gold, then your secret will be known, and there will be a wild stampede into the place. You don"t want that to happen, do you? It would be the same story of other camps, and perhaps worse."
"No, I don"t want it to happen, that"s a fact. But, ye see, it"s bound to come sooner or later. Thar are so many men pokin" thar noses into every hole an" corner, that they are sure to find my mine before long.
Now, I want someone to my likin" to be first on the ground, an" that someone is you. Ye kin then make yer choice an" stake two claims as discoverer. Tharfore, which will ye choose, that gal proposition or the gold? It"s up to you. Is it hard to decide?"
"Not at all," was the reply. "I shall take the girl. One might run across gold any time, but a girl like that one won"t find again. And, besides, what good would the gold be to me without her? I, therefore, take the girl proposition."
Samson looked at his companion in surprise, as if he had not heard aright. Here was a phase of character beyond the bounds of his experience.
"An" ye don"t want the gold?" he asked.
"Certainly I want the gold, who wouldn"t? But you told me I had to choose it or the girl, didn"t you?"
"I surely did, though I never imagined ye"d throw down the gold. Now, all the fellers I ever met up here would have taken the gold first."
"Feeling sure of getting the girl later; is that it?"
"That"s about the gist of it. They"d tackle what"s sartin first, but you"re willin" to try the unsartin."
"I am, and when can we start?"
"In the morning if it"s all the same to you. We"ll need some extry grub, which we kin git from Shorty. We won"t want much, as we"ll find plenty of meat along the way. We"ll hit out before the camp"s astir, so n.o.body"ll know what"s become of us."
"How long will it take us to cross the Golden Crest?" Reynolds asked.
"That depends upon many things. We might do it in three or four days by the way we"re goin", or, again, it might take six months, an" mebbe longer. In fact, we might never git thar at all."
"I planned to do it in a couple of days," Reynolds declared.
"I s"pose ye did. But things don"t allus turn out as ye plan, "specially if ye undertake to cross the Golden Crest. Ye see, things happen thar quick as lightnin" sometimes, an" if yer lucky enough to git off alive, the patchin"-up process might take a long time. See?"
"I see," Reynolds replied, as he took the sketch from the improvised easel, "I have a number of patches on my body already, so a few more won"t make much difference."
CHAPTER IX
THE OUTER TRAIL
A profound silence lay over Big Draw mining camp as Frontier Samson and Tom Reynolds slipped quietly away among the hills. The sun had not yet lifted itself above the horizon, but the speediness of its coming was heralded in the eastern sky, and the tallest mountain peaks had already caught the first shafts of its virgin glory. The valleys were still robed in semi-darkness, and the two wayfarers seemed like mere spectres as they sped forward.
"My, this is great!" Reynolds exclaimed as he at length stopped to readjust his pack. "I believe I should live to be a hundred or over if I could breathe air like this all the time. It"s a fine tonic."
"It sure is," Samson agreed, as he laid aside his rifle and pulled out his pipe. "Not much like the smell of yer city streets, whar ye swaller hundreds of disease germs every second."
"Have you ever lived there?" Reynolds asked, curious to learn something of the old man"s history.
"Long enough to know what they"re like. I"ve poked me nose into a good many cities, an" they"re all the same, to my way of thinkin". It"s a wonder to me why so many people live in sich places, crowded, together like sheep, when thar"s all this, an" millions of places like it, whar ye kin breathe the air as the Lord made it, an" not fouled by the work of human bein"s."
"You are very fond of this wild life, I see," Reynolds replied. "Have you lived here many years?"
The prospector threw aside his burnt match, gave his pack an extra hitch, picked up his rifle and moved forward.
"Guess we"d better git on," he said. "Thar"s a little brook we want to reach in time fer dinner. Ye don"t find much water in these valleys."
Reynolds moved along by his companion"s side, wondering why he did not answer his question. It was not until they were eating their dinner by the side of the brook did Samson vouchsafe any information.
"Ye asked me if I"ve been long in this country," he began. "My reply may seem strange to you, but it"s true. Judgin" by years, I"ve been here a long time, but, accordin" to life, only a little while. I uster reckon things by years, but I don"t do that any longer."
"No?" Reynolds looked quizzically at his companion.
"I don"t count time by years, young man, an" the sooner ye larn to do the same the better it"ll be fer ye. In the cities ye find clocks an"
watches everywhere, an" they all remind people that time is pa.s.sin".
Ye kin hardly walk along a street hut ye"ll see funeral processions, an" the doctors are busy with the sick. Big hospitals are crowded with patients, an" accidents happen every minute of the day. These all tell that life is brief an" unsartin. The feelin" gits in the blood an" on the nerves that death is right near, an" as people think, so they are.
Age an" health are accordin" to the mind, an" don"t ye ever fergit that."
Samson paused and looked around.
"See them big mountains," and he pointed away to the left. "A man kin never feel old with them on every side. They don"t remind ye of the pa.s.sin" of time an" of dyin". They"re jist the same as they were thousands of years ago. An" so it"s purty much like that with other things up here. I never feel old when I look around me on the wonderful sights; I feel young. An" why shouldn"t I? Thar"s so much to do, an" so many things to see an" larn that I haven"t time to think of dyin". Life after all, as I said, ain"t to be judged by years, but by love of livin"."
Samson seemed to be on his pet theme, and he continued his talk as he and Reynolds again resumed their journey. Several times the latter endeavored to find out something about the old man"s past history, but all in vain. The prospector gave him not the slightest information concerning himself, but discoursed volubly about the difference between the ways of the city and the wilderness.
"Money ain"t everything," he declared, "even though some seem to think it is. It has its uses, I acknowledge, but it was never meant to starve the soul, though that is jist what it too often does. I know of men who sacrificed everything to the pilin" up of money, even love, without which life ain"t worth a straw."
"Have you been able to find love here in the north?" Reynolds asked.
"Thar are different kinds of love, young man," was the somewhat slow and thoughtful reply. "The brand you mean, if I understand ye aright, I"ve never experienced in this country, an" in fact, I never expect to find it agin on this side of the grave. It"s the pure love of a true man fer a good woman, I mean. I believe you have it, an" yer to be congratulated. It"s the most wonderful thing in life. Even the love of children, though it is great, kin never equal it. It"s in a cla.s.s all by itself."
"But suppose the love isn"t mutual, what then?" Reynolds asked.
"That"d be a pity, an" no mistake. Are ye referrin" to yer own case?"
"I certainly am. I am positive that the only woman in the world I want cares nothing for me. She does not even know my name, while I--oh, well, you know how I feel toward her."
"Jist keep up courage an" plod along, that"s my advice. If she"s meant fer you, ye"ll win her all right. I"m a great believer in the idea that our own"ll come to us some day, an" often in ways we least expect.
But, h.e.l.lo! what"s that?"
The trail on which they were now walking wound along the side of a deep valley, through which flowed a small stream. Samson was looking across toward the opposite bank, and as Reynolds turned his eyes in that direction he saw an Indian on horseback as motionless as the trees around him. He was facing the two travellers, and apparently he had been watching them for some time.
"Where do you suppose he has come from, and what does he want?"
Reynolds asked.