"It will do you good," said Miles bluntly.
"You had better try it yourself, then," retorted Peabody, with unwonted spirit.
"Good for you!" laughed Miles. "I suspect you are not dead yet."
"What made you put me on such a vicious beast?" asked Peabody of the owner.
"Solomon isn"t vicious; he"s only lazy," said Chapman. "We can"t blame him much."
"I think he ought to be shot," said Peabody, painfully rising, and stretching out one limb after another to make sure that none was broken.
"You seem to be unlucky, Mr. Peabody," said Tom.
"I"m always unlucky," moaned Peabody.
"Will you ride again, Mr. Peabody?" asked Chapman. "I"ll catch Solomon for you, if you like."
"Not for fifty dollars!" exclaimed Peabody energetically. "It is as much as anybody"s life is worth."
"If you will make me the same offer, I won"t refuse, Mr. Chapman," said Tom.
"You can mount him, if you like."
Tom waited for no second invitation. He approached Solomon cautiously, vaulted upon his back, and the animal, disagreeably surprised, had recourse to the same tactics which had proved so successful in the case of the young man from Boston. But he had a different kind of a rider to deal with. Tom had been accustomed to ride from the time he was six years of age, and he stuck to his seat in spite of all attempts to dislodge him. So far from feeling alarmed, he enjoyed the struggle.
"It"s no go, Solomon!" he said gaily. "You"ve tackled the wrong customer this time. Better make up your mind to go as I want you to."
Solomon came to the same conclusion after a time. He had tried his ordinary tactics, and they had proved unavailing. The struggle had been witnessed with some interest by the other members of the company.
"You can ride, youngster; that"s a fact," said the owner of the donkey.
"I didn"t say anything, but I rather expected to see you follow Peabody."
"I"m used to riding," said Tom modestly. "Mr. Peabody is not."
"Every lad ought to know how to ride," said Ferguson. "It"s a deal manlier than smoking a cigar, to my thinking."
"I can smoke a cigar," said Peabody, desirous probably of appearing to possess one manly accomplishment.
"You will hardly find it as useful as riding in the new country you are going to, Mr. Peabody," said Ferguson dryly.
"I"d give something for a good cigar myself," said John Miles.
"I prefer riding," said Tom. "I never smoked a cigar in my life."
"You are just as well off without it, my lad," said the Scotchman. "It don"t do men any good, and always harms boys."
Peabody never again mounted Solomon. One trial was sufficient, and, footsore and lame as he was, he decidedly preferred to walk.
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE LOST HORSE.
Day followed day, and every sunset found the party from eighteen to twenty miles nearer the land of gold. They had not yet been molested by Indians, though on more than one occasion they had encountered the remains of those whom the savages had ruthlessly slaughtered. When they witnessed such a spectacle they were moved less by fear than indignation.
"I didn"t think I should ever thirst for a fellow creature"s blood,"
said John Miles; "but if I could meet the savages that did this b.l.o.o.d.y work, I would shoot them down like dogs, and sleep all the more soundly for it. How is it with you, friend Ferguson?"
"I am inclined to agree with you," said the Scotchman. "When an Indian makes himself a beast of prey he should be treated accordingly."
"Are there any Indians in California?" asked Peabody nervously.
"I don"t think we shall have any trouble with them there, Mr. Peabody,"
said Ferguson.
"Then I wish I was there now. It must be terrible to be scalped;" and the young man from Boston shuddered.
"I don"t think it would be an agreeable surgical operation," said Fletcher, who had just come up. "Let us hope that we shall not be called upon to undergo it."
The next morning, when breakfast was over, and the party was preparing to start, an unpleasant discovery was made. One of the most valuable horses was missing. He must have slipped his tether during the night, and strayed away; as they were situated, the loss of such an animal would be felt.
"He can"t be far away," said Fletcher. "Some of us must go after him."
"Let Peabody mount the mustang, and undertake to find him," suggested John Miles, winking at the captain.
"Mr. Peabody," said Captain Fletcher gravely, "will you undertake to recover the horse? We shall all feel under great obligations to you."
"I--I hope you will excuse me, Captain Fletcher," stammered Peabody, in great alarm. "I know I couldn"t find the horse. I shouldn"t know where to look."
"This is where he got away. You can see his trail in the gra.s.s," said Scott, a young man from Indiana. "All you will have to do will be to follow the trail, Mr. Peabody."
"I"m very near-sighted," pleaded Peabody. "I should lose my way, and never come back."
"Carrying the mustang with you? That would be a loss indeed," said John Miles pointedly. "On the whole, Captain Fletcher, we had better excuse Mr. Peabody."
"Mr. Peabody is excused," said the leader.
"Thank you," said Peabody, looking relieved. "I would go, I am sure, if I could do any good; but I know I couldn"t."
"Who will volunteer?" asked Fletcher.
"Let me go," said Tom eagerly.
"You are not afraid of losing your way, Tom?" said Miles.