"What"s that you say?" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Bradley, now thoroughly awake.
"The mustangs are gone, and they are gone!" said Ben.
"When did you find it out?"
"Only just now. I was sleepy, and overslept myself."
"Half-past seven o"clock," said Bradley, referring to a cheap silver watch which he had bought for a trifle from a miner at Murphy"s who was hard up. "I"m afraid they must have been gone some time. It"s a bad lookout for us, Ben."
"So it is, Jake. You thought they wouldn"t dare to take anything."
"No more I thought they would. That Bill Mosely bragged so much I didn"t think he had enough pluck."
"Does it take much pluck to be a thief, Jake?"
"Well, in Californy it does," answered Bradley. "When a man steals a boss here, he takes his life in his hand, and don"t you forget it.
If it was only a year in the penitentiary, or something like that, it wouldn"t scare "em so bad. That Mosely"s a bad lot, and will likely die in his boots."
"What"s that?"
"Be shot standing, or swing from the branch of a tree. I thought I"d said enough last night to put him off the notion of playin" us such a trick."
"Probably he thought there wouldn"t be any chance of our catching him when we were reduced to walk."
"It"s likely you"re right, Ben, and I ought to have thought of that.
I jest wish I could set eyes on the critter at this particular minute. To treat us that way after our kindness, that"s what riles me."
"What shall we do, Jake?"
"That"s to be considered. Blamed if I know, unless we foot it, and that will be no joke, over these hills and through these forests."
"We may come upon their track, and overtake them when they are not expecting it."
"I wish we might," said Bradley, the lines about his mouth tightening. "I"d give "em a lesson."
"They are two men," said Ben thoughtfully, "and we are only a man and a boy."
"That is so, Ben; but I"ll match you against Hadley. He don"t amount to a row of pins; and if I can"t tackle Bill Mosely, then I"ll never show myself in "Frisco again."
"I don"t mind so much the loss of the mustangs," said Ben, "but I"m sorry that we shall be delayed in our search for Richard Dewey."
"That"s bad, too. I expect that nice young lady in "Frisco is a-waitin" anxiously to hear from him. Plague take that rascal Mosely!" he broke out, in fresh exasperation.
"Well, Jake, suppose we get some breakfast, and then consider what we will do."
"That"s a good thought, Ben. We can"t do much on an empty stomach, that"s a fact."
For reasons which need not be specified, it was decided that the breakfast should consist of trout. Despite their loss, both had a good appet.i.te, and when that was satisfied they became more hopeful.
CHAPTER XXVII.
KI SING.
Leaving Ben and his companion for a time, we go back to record an incident which will prove to have a bearing upon the fortunes of those in whom we are interested.
One morning two men, Taylor and O"Reilly, who had been out prospecting, came into camp, conveying between them, very much as two policemen conduct a prisoner, a terrifled-looking Chinaman, whose eyes, rolling helplessly from one to the other, seemed to indicate that he considered his position a very perilous one.
At that early period in the settlement of California, a few Chinamen had found their way to the Pacific coast; but the full tide of immigration did not set in till a considerable time later, and, therefore, the miners regarded one as a curiosity.
"Who have you got there, O"Reilly?" inquired one of his mining-comrades.
"A yeller haythen!" answered O"Eeilly. "Look at the craythur! Ain"t he a beauty jist wid his long pigtail hangin" down his back like a monkey"s tail?"
"Where did you find him?"
"He was huntin" for gold, the haythen, jist for all the world as if he was as white as you or I."
Mr. Patrick O"Reilly appeared to hold the opinion that gold-hunting should be confined to the Caucasian race. He looked upon a Chinaman as rather a superior order of monkey, suitable for exhibition in a cage, but not to be regarded as possessing the ordinary rights of an adopted American resident. If he could have looked forward twenty-five years, and foreseen the extent to which these barbarians would throng the avenues of employment, he would, no doubt, have been equally amazed and disgusted. Indeed, the capture of Ki Sing was made through his influence, as Taylor, a man from Ohio, was disposed to let him alone.
Soon a crowd gathered around the terrified Chinaman and his captors, and he was plied with questions, some of a jocular character, by the miners, who were glad of anything that relieved the monotony of their ordinary life.
"What"s your name?" asked one.
The Chinaman gazed at the questioner vacantly.
"What"s your name, you haythen?" repeated O"Reilly, emphasizing the inquiry by a powerful shake.
"My name Ki Sing," answered the Mongolian nervously.
"Where did you come from, old pigtail?"
"My name Ki Sing, not Pigtail," said the Chinaman, not understanding the meaning of the epithet.
This answer appeared to be regarded by the crowd as either witty or absurd, for it elicited a roar of laughter.
"Never mind what your name is, old stick in the mud! We"ll call you whatever we please. Where do you come from?"
"Me come from "Flisco."
It is well known that a Chinaman cannot p.r.o.nounce the letter r, which in his mouth softens to l, in some cases producing a ludicrous effect.
"What have you come here for, Cy King, or whatever your name is."
"My name Ki Sing."