The distance was nothing, but the depths below made it seem an awful leap, till Bart felt that the Doctor must have gone over it before him, and without further hesitation he bounded across and stood beside the chief, who led the way farther into the rift to where, some fifty feet from the entrance, the Doctor was standing, hammer in hand, gazing intently at the newly chipped rock and the fragments that lay around.
"At last, Bart!" he cried joyously.
"What! Is it a vein?" said Bart, eagerly.
"A vein, boy? It is a mountain of silver--a valley of silver. Here are great threads of the precious metal, and ma.s.ses of ore as well. It seems as if it ran right down the sides of the canyon, and from what the Indian appears to know, it does, Bart, I never expected to make such a find as this."
As he spoke, he handed pieces of the rock to Bart, who found that in some there were angular pieces of what seemed to be native silver, while others were full of threads and veins, or appeared as pieces of dull metalliferous stone.
"It is a huge fortune--wealth untold, Bart," said the Doctor.
"Is it, sir?" said Bart coolly, for he could not feel the same rapture as the Doctor.
"Is it, boy? Yes! enormous wealth."
"But how are we to carry it away, sir?" asked Bart dryly.
"Carry it away! Why, do you not understand that this mine will want working, and that we must have a large number of men here? But no; you cannot conceive the greatness of this find."
As he spoke, the Doctor hurried to the mouth of the rift, and then cautiously lowered himself into the chasm, over which Bart had leaped, clinging to the stout stems of the various shrubs.
For a few moments Bart hesitated. Then he followed till they were both quite a hundred feet below the shelf, and the part of the rift they had first entered, and were able to creep right out till they were level with the side of the canyon, and able to look down to the river.
But the Doctor did not care to look down upon the river, for tearing away some of the thick growth from the rock, he cast it behind him, so that it fell far out into the canyon. Then two or three pieces of rock followed, and somehow Bart felt more interested in their fall than in the search for silver, listening in the hope of hearing them crash down deep in the great stream.
"Yes; as I thought," cried the Doctor, excitedly, "the vein or ma.s.s runs right down the side of this vast canyon, Bart--the Silver Canyon, we must call it. But come, let"s get back. I must tell my child. Such a discovery was never made before. Discovery, do I say! Why, these poor ignorant Indians must have known of it for years, perhaps for generations, and beyond working up a few pieces to make themselves rings for their horses" lariats, or to secure their saddles, they have left is as it is."
As he spoke, he was already climbing up towards the shelf, his excitement in his tremendous find making him forget the risks he kept running, for to one in cool blood, the face of the rock, the insecurity of the shrubs to which he clung, and the many times that silver-veined stones gave way beneath his feet, were very terrible, and Bart drew his breath hard, climbing slowly after his companion till at last they stood once more upon the shelf.
And all this time the Beaver was looking calmly on, following each movement, helping his white friends to climb where it was necessary, and seeming half amused at the Doctor"s intense eagerness. In fact, Bart fancied that at times he looked rather contemptuously on at the Doctor"s delight with what he found, for it was so much whitey-grey metallic stone to him, and as nothing beside the possession of a fine swift pony, or an ample supply of powder and lead.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
UNTRUSTWORTHY SENTINELS.
They soon reached the little camp, where the Doctor eagerly communicated his news to his child, and then taking Joses aside he repeated it to him.
"Well, that"s right, master. I"m glad, of course; and I hope it"ll make you rich, for you want it bad enough after so many years of loss with your cattle."
"It has made me rich--I am rich, Joses!" cried the Doctor, excitedly.
"That"s good, master," said the man, coolly. "And now what"s going to be done? Are we to carry the mountain back to the old ranche?"
The Doctor frowned.
"We shall have to return at once, Joses, to organise a regular mining party. We must have plenty of well-armed men, and tools, and machinery to work this great find. We must go back at once."
"Now, master?"
"No, no, perhaps not for a week, my man," said the Doctor, whose nervous excitement seemed to increase. "I must thoroughly investigate the extent of the silver deposit, descend into the canyon, and ascend the mountain. Then we must settle where our new town is to be."
"Ah, we"re going to have a new town, are we, master?"
"To be sure! Of course! How could the mining adventure be carried on without?"
Joses shook his head.
"P"r"aps we shall stay here a week then, master?" he said at last.
"Yes; perhaps a fortnight."
"Then if you don"t mind, master, I think we"ll move camp to that little patch of rocks close by that old blasted tree that stands up like a post. I"ve been thinking it will be a better place; and if you"ll give the word, I"ll put the little keg of powder in a hole somewhere. I don"t think it"s quite right to have it so near our fire every day."
"Do what you think best, Joses," said the Doctor, eagerly. "Yes; I should bury the powder under the rocks somewhere, so that we can easily get it again. But why do you want to move the camp?"
"Because that"s a better place, with plenty of rocks for cover if the Injuns should come and look us up."
"Let us change, then," said the Doctor, abstractedly; and that afternoon they shifted to the cl.u.s.ter of rocks near the blasted tree, close under the shelter of the tall wall-like mountain-side. Rocks were cleared from a centre and piled round; the waggon was well secured; a good place found for the horses; and lastly, Joses lit his cigarette, and then took the keg of gunpowder, carried it to a convenient spot near the withered tree, and buried it beneath some loose stones.
The Beaver smiled at the preparations, and displayed his knowledge of English after a short conversation with the interpreter by exclaiming:
"Good--good--good--very good!"
A hasty meal was s.n.a.t.c.hed, and then the Doctor went off again alone, while the Beaver signed to Bart to follow him, and then took him past the narrow opening that led to the way up the mountain, and showed him a second opening, through which they pa.s.sed, to find within a good open cavernous hollow at the foot of the mountain wall, shut in by huge ma.s.ses of rock.
"Why, our horses would be safe here, even if we were attacked,"
exclaimed Bart.
"Horses," said the Beaver, nodding. "Yes; horses."
There was no mistaking the value of such a place, for there was secure shelter for at least a hundred horses, and the entrance properly secured--an entrance so narrow that there was only room for one animal to pa.s.s through--storm or attack from the hostile Indians could have been set at defiance.
"Supposing a town to be built here somewhere up the mountain, this great enclosure would be invaluable," said Bart, and, hurrying back, he fetched Joses to inspect the place.
"Ah, that"s not bad," said the rough frontier man. "Why, Master Bart, what a cattle corral that would make! Block the mouth up well, they"d be clever Injuns who got anything away. Let"s put the horses in here at once."
"Do you think it is necessary, Joses?" said Bart.
"It"s always necessary to be safe out in the plain, my lad," replied Joses. "How do we know that the Injuns won"t come to-night to look after the men they"ve lost? Same time, how do we know they will? All the same, though, you can never be too safe. Let"s get the horses inside, my lad, as we have such a place, and I half wish now we"d gone up the mountain somewhere to make our camp. You never know when danger may come."
"Horses in there," said Bart to the Beaver, and he pointed to the entrance.
The chief nodded, and seemed to have understood them all along by their looks and ways, so that when the horses belonging to the English party were driven in that evening he had those of his own followers driven in as well, and it was settled that Joses was to be the watchman that night.
It was quite sundown when the Doctor returned, this time with Maude, whom he had taken to be an eye-witness of his good fortune. Bart went to meet them, and that glorious, glowing evening they sat in their little camp, revelling in the soft pure air, which seemed full of exhilaration, and the lad could not help recalling afterwards what a thoroughly satisfied, happy look there was in his guardian"s countenance as he sat there reckoning up the value of his grand discovery, and making his plans for the future.
Then came a very unpleasant episode, one which Bart hid from the Doctor, for he would not trouble him with bad news upon a night like that; but all the same it caused the lad intense annoyance, and he went off to where Joses was smoking his _cigarito_ and staring at the stars.