"But you have paid him the price agreed on?"
"Yes."
"Then I should not heed him."
"Still, I am afraid he will cause me trouble, so, to-morrow, I will ride over to Hurley"s Gulch and consult a lawyer, and as that is our nearest market and post-office, I will take Hank and Ulna along with two pack mules so as to carry back supplies."
"That is forty miles away, so that you will be gone several days. But if you must go, father, I will do the best I can while you are absent,"
said Sam, laying his hand soothingly on his father"s broad breast.
"I know you will, my boy, but there is another matter I wished to speak with you about."
"What is that, father?"
"Why, this Tom Edwards brought me a letter from your grandfather"s lawyer in Michigan. It tells me that the old man is dead, and that in his will he leaves all his property to you, but you are not to have a cent of it till you are twenty-one years of age--"
"Four years and a half, dear father!" cried the excited Sam.
"But," continued Mr. Willett, "the will further says that if you should die in the meantime that the property is to go to your grandfather"s nephew, Frank Shirley."
"A bad, disreputable man to whom neither you nor mother would speak,"
said Sam.
"He is all that, I fear, and it troubles me to learn from Edwards that Frank Shirley has recently come into this land," said Mr. Willett.
CHAPTER III.-SAM"S TRIALS BEGIN.
While daylight was flooding the upper world next morning, and the shadows were lifting from the gloomy depths of the canon, the modern cave dwellers ate their breakfast.
About three hundred yards above the caves the canon widened out into a valley some three hundred yards in diameter. The bottom of this valley was covered with rich gra.s.s, and in it was a grove of cotton-wood trees whose bright verdure gave the place the appearance of a rich emerald gem in a mighty setting of granite.
In this valley the horses and pack mules were kept, and, as they had but little to do, they might be said to "live in clover."
While it was still dusky in these depths, though the glimpses of far-off ruddy mountain peaks told that the sun was rising in the upper world, Sam and Ike, who were hardly ever apart, went up to the valley and soon returned with three horses and two mules, the latter were to carry back the necessary supplies from Hurley"s Gulch.
It had been Mr. Willett"s custom to make this trip once a month, so that his going now was not an unusual event, yet his face showed that he was much dejected, as if he had a premonition of the awful calamity that was so soon to come upon himself and his beloved boy.
His last words, as he kissed Sam, were:
"If anything should happen to detain me longer than four days, I will send a letter back by Ulna."
"But we"ll be back on time," joined in Hank Tims, "for I don"t like crowds, an", then, we"ve struck pay dirt rich up at the head of the valley, an" I"m just a spilein" to see how it"ll pan out to the ind."
Good-bys were said, and Sam, Ike and Wah Shin stood on the plateau before the cave and waved their hats, till the three men had led the animals up the giddy trail and disappeared beyond the towering summit of the cliff.
Under the teaching of his father and Hank Tims, Sam had become a skillful gold miner, that is, so far as panning out the gravel and collecting the gold were concerned.
The fact that he was the prospective heir to a large fortune did not unfit him for work this morning. With Ike he went up to the sluices immediately after his father left, and until the sun was in mid-heaven they worked, shoveling gravel into the cradle and rocking it under the water, and only stopping to pick out the nuggets and yellow dust and scales that rewarded their effort every hour.
By means of an old-fashioned horn, Wah Shin summoned them to dinner. Of the fresh meat he had made pies that would have tempted an invalid"s appet.i.te. And, as the boys ate, sitting before the entrance to the cave, the Chinaman"s face fairly glowed with delight at the evidence of his excellent cooking.
"Ven"zon pie belly good," chuckled Wah Shin, as he produced a second when the first had vanished. "But man eatee too muchee, den get mebbe sick."
"Dat ar edvice is "tended foh Mistah Sam," laughed Ike, as he helped himself again. "But vanzon pie an" "possums are two tings I ain"t nebber got my fill ob up to dis time."
Sam heard but did not heed the talk of his companions, for his attention was at the moment attracted to two strange men who were slowly making their way down the trail on the opposite side of the canon wall.
As there was danger from prowling bands of Indians who had left the reservation, and also from white outlaws who frequently robbed weak mining camps, every one at Gold Cave Camp strapped on a belt, with a knife and pistols in it, as regularly as he pulled on his boots.
Starting to his feet and followed by Ike, Sam went down to the stream, getting there just as the two men reached the bottom.
One of the strangers was a tall, dark-bearded man, with one eye, and the other was a short, yellow-skinned man with a mean expression of face, whom Sam recognized as his cousin, Frank Shirley.
Sam had never spoken to this man, so he did not greet him like an acquaintance now.
Both men were well armed, as is the fashion of the country, and when they came within hailing distance, Frank Shirley called out:
"h.e.l.lo, young man, is this Mr. Willett"s camp?"
"It is, sir," was Sam"s reply, as he came to a halt.
"Is Mr. Willett home?"
"He is not."
"Where is he?"
"He has gone to Hurley"s Gulch."
"When did he leave?"
"This morning."
"Ah, I"m sorry I missed him. When do you expect him back?"
"In a few days. Won"t you come over and have some dinner?" asked Sam, waving his hand in the direction of the plateau, on which Wah Shin was visible.
"Thank you; no. We are going on to Hurley"s Gulch, and are in a great hurry," said Frank Shirley, turning and whispering to his companion, who nodded vigorously in response.
"Who shall I say called?" asked Sam, as the two men turned to ascend the trail.
"Friends," was the laconical reply.
"If dem"s frien"s," said Ike, when the men had gone out of hearing, "den Ize de biggest kind ob a foe."