The Three Partners.
by Bret Harte.
PROLOGUE.
The sun was going down on the Black Spur Range. The red light it had kindled there was still eating its way along the serried crest, showing through gaps in the ranks of pines, etching out the interstices of broken boughs, fading away and then flashing suddenly out again like sparks in burnt-up paper. Then the night wind swept down the whole mountain side, and began its usual struggle with the shadows upclimbing from the valley, only to lose itself in the end and be absorbed in the all-conquering darkness. Yet for some time the pines on the long slope of Heavy Tree Hill murmured and protested with swaying arms; but as the shadows stole upwards, and cabin after cabin and tunnel after tunnel were swallowed up, a complete silence followed. Only the sky remained visible--a vast concave mirror of dull steel, in which the stars did not seem to be set, but only reflected.
A single cabin door on the crest of Heavy Tree Hill had remained open to the wind and darkness. Then it was slowly shut by an invisible figure, afterwards revealed by the embers of the fire it was stirring. At first only this figure brooding over the hearth was shown, but as the flames leaped up, two other figures could be seen sitting motionless before it.
When the door was shut, they acknowledged that interruption by slightly changing their position; the one who had risen to shut the door sank back into an invisible seat, but the att.i.tude of each man was one of profound reflection or reserve, and apparently upon some common subject which made them respect each other"s silence. However, this was at last broken by a laugh. It was a boyish laugh, and came from the youngest of the party. The two others turned their profiles and glanced inquiringly towards him, but did not speak.
"I was thinking," he began in apologetic explanation, "how mighty queer it was that while we were working like n.i.g.g.e.rs on grub wages, without the ghost of a chance of making a strike, how we used to sit here, night after night, and flapdoodle and speculate about what we"d do if we ever DID make one; and now, Great Scott! that we HAVE made it, and are just wallowing in gold, here we are sitting as glum and silent as if we"d had a washout! Why, Lord! I remember one night--not so long ago, either--that you two quarreled over the swell hotel you were going to stop at in "Frisco, and whether you wouldn"t strike straight out for London and Rome and Paris, or go away to j.a.pan and China and round by India and the Red Sea."
"No, we didn"t QUARREL over it," said one of the figures gently; "there was only a little discussion."
"Yes, but you did, though," returned the young fellow mischievously, "and you told Stacy, there, that we"d better learn something of the world before we tried to buy it or even hire it, and that it was just as well to get the hayseed out of our hair and the slumgullion off our boots before we mixed in polite society."
"Well, I don"t see what"s the matter with that sentiment now," returned the second speaker good-humoredly; "only," he added gravely, "we didn"t quarrel--G.o.d forbid!"
There was something in the speaker"s tone which seemed to touch a common chord in their natures, and this was voiced by Barker with sudden and almost pathetic earnestness. "I tell you what, boys, we ought to swear here to-night to always stand by each other--in luck and out of it! We ought to hold ourselves always at each other"s call. We ought to have a kind of pa.s.sword or signal, you know, by which we could summon each other at any time from any quarter of the globe!"
"Come off the roof, Barker," murmured Stacy, without lifting his eyes from the fire. But Demorest smiled and glanced tolerantly at the younger man.
"Yes, but look here, Stacy," continued Barker, "comrades like us, in the old days, used to do that in times of trouble and adventures. Why shouldn"t we do it in our luck?"
"There"s a good deal in that, Barker boy," said Demorest, "though, as a general thing, pa.s.swords b.u.t.ter no parsnips, and the ordinary, every-day, single yelp from a wolf brings the whole pack together for business about as quick as a pa.s.sword. But you cling to that sentiment, and put it away with your gold-dust in your belt."
"What I like about Barker is his commodiousness," said Stacy. "Here he is, the only man among us that has his future fixed and his preemption lines laid out and registered. He"s already got a girl that he"s going to marry and settle down with on the strength of his luck. And I"d like to know what Kitty Carter, when she"s Mrs. Barker, would say to her husband being signaled for from Asia or Africa. I don"t seem to see her tumbling to any pa.s.sword. And when he and she go into a new partnership, I reckon she"ll let the old one slide."
"That"s just where you"re wrong!" said Barker, with quickly rising color. "She"s the sweetest girl in the world, and she"d be sure to understand our feelings. Why, she thinks everything of you two; she was just eager for you to get this claim, which has put us where we are, when I held back, and if it hadn"t been for her, by Jove! we wouldn"t have had it."
"That was only because she cared for YOU," returned Stacy, with a half-yawn; "and now that you"ve got YOUR share she isn"t going to take a breathless interest in US. And, by the way, I"d rather YOU"D remind us that we owe our luck to her than that SHE should ever remind YOU of it."
"What do you mean?" said Barker quickly. But Demorest here rose lazily, and, throwing a gigantic shadow on the wall, stood between the two with his back to the fire. "He means," he said slowly, "that you"re talking rot, and so is he. However, as yours comes from the heart and his from the head, I prefer yours. But you"re both making me tired. Let"s have a fresh deal."
n.o.body ever dreamed of contradicting Demorest. Nevertheless, Barker persisted eagerly: "But isn"t it better for us to look at this cheerfully and happily all round? There"s nothing criminal in our having made a strike! It seems to me, boys, that of all ways of making money it"s the squarest and most level; n.o.body is the poorer for it; our luck brings no misfortune to others. The gold was put there ages ago for anybody to find; we found it. It hasn"t been tarnished by man"s touch before. I don"t know how it strikes you, boys, but it seems to me that of all gifts that are going it is the straightest. For whether we deserve it or not, it comes to us first-hand--from G.o.d!"
The two men glanced quickly at the speaker, whose face flushed and then smiled embarra.s.sedly as if ashamed of the enthusiasm into which he had been betrayed. But Demorest did not smile, and Stacy"s eyes shone in the firelight as he said languidly, "I never heard that prospecting was a religious occupation before. But I shouldn"t wonder if you"re right, Barker boy. So let"s liquor up."
Nevertheless he did not move, nor did the others. The fire leaped higher, bringing out the rude rafters and sternly economic details of the rough cabin, and making the occupants in their seats before the fire look gigantic by contrast.
"Who shut the door?" said Demorest after a pause.
"I did," said Barker. "I reckoned it was getting cold."
"Better open it again, now that the fire"s blazing. It will light the way if any of the men from below want to drop in this evening."
Stacy stared at his companion. "I thought that it was understood that we were giving them that dinner at Boomville tomorrow night, so that we might have the last evening here by ourselves in peace and quietness?"
"Yes, but if any one DID want to come it would seem churlish to shut him out," said Demorest.
"I reckon you"re feeling very much as I am," said Stacy, "that this good fortune is rather crowding to us three alone. For myself, I know," he continued, with a backward glance towards a blanketed, covered pile in the corner of the cabin, "that I feel rather oppressed by--by its specific gravity, I calculate--and sort of crampy and twitchy in the legs, as if I ought to "lite" out and do something, and yet it holds me here. All the same, I doubt if anybody will come up--except from curiosity. Our luck has made them rather sore down the hill, for all they"re coming to the dinner to-morrow."
"That"s only human nature," said Demorest.
"But," said Barker eagerly, "what does it mean? Why, only this afternoon, when I was pa.s.sing the "Old Kentuck" tunnel, where those Marshalls have been grubbing along for four years without making a single strike, I felt ashamed to look at them, and as they barely nodded to me I slinked by as if I had done them an injury. I don"t understand it."
"It somehow does not seem to square with this "gift of G.o.d" idea of yours, does it?" said Stacy. "But we"ll open the door and give them a show."
As he did so it seemed as if the night were their only guest, and had been waiting on the threshold to now enter bodily and pervade all things with its presence. With that cool, fragrant inflow of air they breathed freely. The red edge had gone from Black Spur, but it was even more clearly defined against the sky in its towering blackness. The sky itself had grown lighter, although the stars still seemed mere reflections of the solitary pin-points of light scattered along the concave valley below. Mingling with the cooler, restful air of the summit, yet penetratingly distinct from it, arose the stimulating breath of the pines below, still hot and panting from the day-long sun. The silence was intense. The far-off barking of a dog on the invisible river-bar nearly a mile beneath them came to them like a sound in a dream. They had risen, and, standing in the doorway, by common consent turned their faces to the east. It was the frequent att.i.tude of the home-remembering miner, and it gave him the crowning glory of the view.
For, beyond the pine-hea.r.s.ed summits, rarely seen except against the evening sky, lay a thin, white cloud like a dropped portion of the Milky Way. Faint with an indescribable pallor, remote yet distinct enough to a.s.sert itself above and beyond all surrounding objects, it was always there. It was the snow-line of the Sierras.
They turned away and silently reseated themselves, the same thought in the minds of each. Here was something they could not take away, something to be left forever and irretrievably behind,--left with the healthy life they had been leading, the cheerful endeavor, the undying hopefulness which it had fostered and blessed. Was what they WERE taking away worth it? And oddly enough, frank and outspoken as they had always been to each other, that common thought remained unuttered. Even Barker was silent; perhaps he was also thinking of Kitty.
Suddenly two figures appeared in the very doorway of the cabin. The effect was startling upon the partners, who had only just reseated themselves, and for a moment they had forgotten that the narrow band of light which shot forth from the open door rendered the darkness on either side of it more impenetrable, and that out of this darkness, although themselves guided by the light, the figures had just emerged.
Yet one was familiar enough. It was the Hill drunkard, d.i.c.k Hall, or, as he was called, "Whiskey d.i.c.k," or, indicated still more succinctly by the Hill humorists, "Alky Hall."
Everybody had seen that sodden, puffy, but good-humored face; everybody had felt the fiery exhalations of that enormous red beard, which always seemed to be kept in a state of moist, unkempt luxuriance by liquor; everybody knew the absurd dignity of manner and attempted precision of statement with which he was wont to disguise his frequent excesses.
Very few, however, knew, or cared to know, the pathetic weariness and chilling horror that sometimes looked out of those bloodshot eyes.
He was evidently equally unprepared for the three silent seated figures before the door, and for a moment looked at them blankly with the doubts of a frequently deceived perception. Was he sure that they were quite real? He had not dared to look at his companion for verification, but smiled vaguely.
"Good-evening," said Demorest pleasantly.
Whiskey d.i.c.k"s face brightened. "Good-evenin", good-evenin" yourselves, boys--and see how you like it! Lemme interdrush my ole frien" William J. Steptoe, of Red Gulch. Stepsho--Steptoe--is shtay--ish stay--"
He stopped, hiccupped, waved his hand gravely, and with an air of reproachful dignity concluded, "sojourning for the present on the Bar.
We wish to offer our congrashulashen and felish--felish--" He paused again, and, leaning against the door-post, added severely, "--itations."
His companion, however, laughed coa.r.s.ely, and, pushing past d.i.c.k, entered the cabin. He was a short, powerful man, with a closely cropped crust of beard and hair that seemed to adhere to his round head like moss or lichen. He cast a glance--furtive rather than curious around the cabin, and said, with a familiarity that had not even good humor to excuse it, "So you"re the gay galoots who"ve made the big strike?
Thought I"d meander up the Hill with this old bloat Alky, and drop in to see the show. And here you are, feeling your oats, eh? and not caring any particular G-d d--n if school keeps or not."
"Show Mr. Steptoe--the whiskey," said Demorest to Stacy. Then quietly addressing d.i.c.k, but ignoring Steptoe as completely as Steptoe had ignored his unfortunate companion, he said, "You quite startled us at first. We did not see you come up the trail."
"No. We came up the back trail to please Steptoe, who wanted to see round the cabin," said d.i.c.k, glancing nervously yet with a forced indifference towards the whiskey which Stacy was offering to the stranger.
"What yer gettin" off there?" said Steptoe, facing d.i.c.k almost brutally.
"YOU know your tangled legs wouldn"t take you straight up the trail, and you had to make a circ.u.mbendibus. Gosh! if you hadn"t scented this licker at the top you"d have never found it."
"No matter! I"m glad you DID find it, d.i.c.k," said Demorest, "and I hope you"ll find the liquor good enough to pay you for the trouble."
Barker stared at Demorest. This extraordinary tolerance of the drunkard was something new in his partner. But at a glance from Demorest he led d.i.c.k to the demijohn and tin cup which stood on a table in the corner.
And in another moment d.i.c.k had forgotten his companion"s rudeness.
Demorest remained by the door, looking out into the darkness.
"Well," said Steptoe, putting down his emptied cup, "trot out your strike. I reckon our eyes are strong enough to bear it now." Stacy drew the blanket from the vague pile that stood in the corner, and discovered a deep tin prospecting-pan. It was heaped with several large fragments of quartz. At first the marble whiteness of the quartz and the glittering crystals of mica in its veins were the most noticeable, but as they drew closer they could see the dull yellow of gold filling the decomposed and honeycombed portion of the rock as if still liquid and molten. The eyes of the party sparkled like the mica--even those of Barker and Stacy, who were already familiar with the treasure.
"Which is the richest chunk?" asked Steptoe in a thickening voice.