CHAPTER IV.

AT ANTELOPE SPRING.

Dick was perplexed by the behavior of these two strangers. He failed

utterly to understand why they should have anything of such a private

nature to discuss that it was necessary to move aside from him; for in

a few moments they would be alone on the desert, after he had gone his

way.

The discussion, or conversation, whichever it may have been, did not

occupy many moments; but brief as was the time, Dick had turned to

continue his journey at the instant when the men rejoined him.

"What do you allow you ought to get for that rifle?" Parsons asked

abruptly.

"That's what I don't know. You see, I didn't buy it new, but traded

for her before we left home. It seems to me she ought to be a bargain

at--at--ten dollars."

"An' if you get the cash you're goin' to blow it right in for what the

doctor can tell you, an' sich stuff as he thinks your old man ought

to have eh?"

"That's what I'll do if it costs as much."

"S'posen it don't? Allow that you've got five dollars left, what then?"

"I'll buy flour, an' bacon, an' somethin' for mother an' Margie with

the balance."

"Do you mean to tell me your father was sich a tenderfoot as to come

down through this way without any outfit?" Robinson asked sternly.

"He had plenty at the time we started; but you see we struck bad luck

all the way along, and when we pulled into Buffalo Meadows we had

cooked the last pound of flour. There wasn't even a bit of meat in the

camp when he got shot. I knocked over a deer last night, an' that will

keep 'em goin' till I get back."

"An' a kid like you is supportin' a family, eh?" Parsons asked in a

kindly tone.

"I don't know what kind of a fist I'm goin' to make of it; but that's

what I'll try to do till daddy gets on his feet again. Say, how long

do you s'pose it'll take a man to get well when one leg is knocked

endways with a bullet plum through the bone of it?"

"It'll be quite a bit, I'm thinkin'--too long for you to stay in

Buffalo Meadows at this time of the year. Two months ought to do it,

eh, Parsons?"

"Well, yes; he won't get 'round any quicker than that."

"I don't know as it makes much difference if he can't walk a great

deal, 'cause after the horses have had plenty of grass for a couple of

weeks we'll pull across this place; an' once on the other side I

sha'n't worry but what I can take 'em through all right."

"Look here, my son," Robinson said, as he laid his hand on the lad's

shoulder. "You've got plenty of sand, that's a fact. I allow there

ain't a kid within a thousand miles of here that would tackle the

contract you've taken this mornin'. If we wasn't bound to the

Winnemucca Range, an it wasn't quite so late in the season, we'd help

you out by goin' down to camp an' straightenin' things a bit; but it

can't be done now. We'll buy your rifle though, an' that's what we've

agreed on. Ten dollars ain't sich a big pile for the gun; but yet it's

plenty enough--leastways, it's all we can afford to put out just now."

"I'll be mighty glad to sell it for that if you need a rifle; an'

it'll be better to make the trade now than wait till I get into

Antelope Spring, 'cause there's no dead certainty I'll find anybody

there who'll buy it."

Parsons took from a buckskin bag a small roll of bills, and when he

had counted out ten dollars there was but little of the original

amount remaining.

He handed the money to Dick; and the latter, after the briefest

hesitation, held the rifle toward him.

"Sorry to give it up, eh?" Robinson asked.

"Well, I ain't when it comes to gettin' the money for daddy; if it

wasn't for that I'd be. You see, it's the first one I ever owned, an'

the way things look now, it'll be a good while before I get another."

"I'll tell you how we'll fix it, son. My partner an' I ain't needin'

an extra rifle just now; an' more than as likely as not--in fact, I

may say it's certain--we'll be up 'round your way before the winter

fairly sets in. Now, if you could keep it for us till then, it would

be the biggest kind of a favor, 'cause you see we're prospecting an'

have got about all the load the burros can tackle."

"You're--you're--sure you want to buy this gun, eh?"

"Well, if we wasn't, there wouldn't have been much sense in makin' the

talk."

"But if you're prospectors, there isn't any show of your gettin'

'round to Willow Point."

"Oh, we drift up an' down, here an' there, just as the case may be.

There ain't any question about our trailin' all over the State in

time, and you shall keep the rifle in good shape till we call for it.

So long, my son. It's time for you to be hoofin' it, if you count on

gettin' to Antelope Spring this side of to-morrow mornin'."

As he spoke, Parsons mounted his pony, Robinson following the example;

and in another moment the two were on their way once more, leaving

Dick in a painful state of uncertainty regarding their purpose in

purchasing the gun.

During two or three minutes the boy stood where they had left him, and

then cried,--

"Hello there! Hold on a minute, will you?"

"What's the matter now?" and Parsons looked over his shoulder, but

neither he nor his partner reined in their steeds.

"Are you buyin' this rifle? or are you makin' believe so's to give me

the ten dollars?"

"S'posen we was makin' believe?"

"Why then I wouldn't take the money, 'cause I ain't out begging."

"Don't fret yourself, my son. We've bought the gun all right; an' the

next time we meet, you can hand it over. I wish our pile had been bigger

so's we could have given twenty, 'cause a kid like you deserves it."

The horsemen continued on, and by this time were so far away that Dick

would have been unwise had he attempted to overtake them.

He stood irresolutely an instant as if doubtful of the genuineness of

this alleged business transaction.

It was as if the men feared he might attempt to overtake them; for

despite the heavy loads on the burros they urged the beasts forward at

their best pace, and Dick was still revolving the matter in his mind

when they were a mile or more away.

"Well, it's no use for me to stand here tryin' to figure out whether

they've given me this money or really mean to buy the rifle, for I've

got to strike Antelope Spring between this time an' midnight. Now that

there are ten dollars in my pocket, I'll be a pretty poor stick if I

don't do it; but the sand-storm came mighty near windin' me up. It was

the toughest thing I ever saw."

Then Dick set forward once more, toiling over the loose surface into

which his feet sank three or four inches at every step; and when he

finally stood on the firm soil east of this waste of shifting sand, it

was two hours past noon.

As he had reckoned, there were more than thirty miles yet to be

traversed; but the distance troubled him little.

He had in his possession that which would buy such knowledge and such

drugs as his father might need, and he believed it would be almost a

sin to rebel even in his thoughts against the labor which must be

performed.

Now he advanced, whistling cheerily, with a long stride and a swinging

gait that should have carried him over the trail at the rate of four

miles an hour; and not until late in the afternoon did he permit

himself to halt, and partake of the broiled venison.

Then he ate every morsel, and, the meal finished, said aloud with a

low laugh of perfect content:--

"It's lucky I didn't bring any more; for I should eat it to a dead

certainty, an' then I wouldn't be in as good trim for walkin'. Daddy

always says that the less a fellow has in his stomach the easier he

can get over the ground, and the poor old man never struck it truer."

After this halt of fifteen minutes Dick pressed forward without more

delay until he came upon the settlement, at what time he knew not, but

to the best of his belief it was hardly more than an hour past midnight.

There was no thought in his mind of spending any portion of the money

for a bed.

The earth offered such a resting-place as satisfied him; and since the

day his father departed from Willow Point in the hope of finding a

location where he could earn a livelihood with but little labor, Dick

had more often slept upon the ground than elsewhere.

Now he threw himself down by the side of a storehouse, or shed, where

he would be protected from the night wind; and there was hardly more

than time to compose himself for rest before his eyes were closed in

slumber.

No person in Antelope Spring was awake at an earlier hour next morning

than Dick Stevens; for the sun had not yet shown himself when the boy

arose to his feet, and looked around as if to say that he was in fine

condition.

"A tramp of forty-five miles ain't to be sneezed at, an' when you

throw in fifteen miles of desert an' a sand-storm to boot, it's what I

call a pretty good day's work; yet I'm feelin' fine as a fiddle," he

said in a tone of satisfaction, after which he made an apology for a

toilet at the stream near-by.

Dick had no idea in which direction a physician might be found;

therefore he halted in front of the first store he saw to wait until

the proprietor came, half an hour later, to attend to customers.

It was such a shop as one would naturally expect to find in a

settlement among the mountains of Nevada.

From molasses to perfumery, and from ploughs to fish-hooks, the

assortment ran, until one would say all his wants might be supplied

from the stock.

Cheese was what Dick had decided upon for his morning meal; and after

purchasing two pounds, together with such an amount of crackers as he

thought would be necessary, he set about eating breakfast at the same

time that he gained the desired information.

"I've come from the other side of Smoke Creek Desert," he began,

speaking indistinctly because of the fulness of his mouth, "an' want

to find a doctor."

"Ain't sick, are yer?" the shopkeeper asked with mild curiosity.

"Daddy shot himself in the leg, an' mother don't know what to do for

him; so I've come up to hire a doctor to tell me, an' buy whatever he

says is needed."

"A kid like you come across the desert! Where's your pony?"

"I haven't got any. Daddy's horses are so nearly played out that

they've got to be left to grass two or three weeks, if we count on

doin' anything with 'em."

"Did you walk across?" the shopkeeper asked incredulously.

"That's what I did;" and Dick told of his sufferings during the

sand-storm, not in a boastful way, but as if it were his purpose to

give the prospectors the praise they deserved.

When he had concluded, the proprietor plunged his hands deep in his

pockets, surveyed the boy from head to foot much as Parsons and

Robinson had, saying not a word until Dick's face reddened under the

close scrutiny, when he exclaimed,--

"Well, I'll be jiggered! A kid of your size--say, how old are you, bub?"

"Thirteen."

"Well, a baby of thirteen lightin' out across Smoke Creek Desert, an'

all for the sake of helpin' your dad, eh? Do you reckon you can bite

out of Dr. Manter's ear all you want to know, an' then go back an' run

the business?"

"It seems as if he ought to tell me what mother needs to do, an' I can

remember every word. Then she said there would have to be some

medicine to stop the fever; an' that's what I'm countin' on buyin', if

he gives me the name of it."

"When are you goin' back?"

"I'm in hopes to get away this noon, an' then I'll be in camp by

to-morrow mornin'."

"Say, sonny, do you want to stuff me with the yarn that you've

travelled forty-five miles in less'n thirty-six hours, an' count on

doin' the same thing right over agin, which is ninety miles in less'n

three days?"

"I've done the first half of the journey, an' it couldn't have been

more'n two hours past midnight when I got here. With such a lay-out as

this for breakfast I'll be in good shape for goin' back; an' it would

be a mighty poor boy who couldn't get there between this noon an'

to-morrow mornin', 'cause I'll go across the desert after dark, an' it

ain't likely there'll be another sand-storm."

"Well, look here, sonny, stand right there for a minute, will you,

while I go out? I won't be gone a great while, an' you can finish up

your breakfast."

"But I want to see the doctor as soon as I can, you know."

"That'll be all right. I'll make it in my way to help you along so you

sha'n't be kept in this town a single hour more'n 's necessary."

Having said this, and without waiting to learn whether his young and

early customer was willing to do as he had requested, the proprietor

of the store hurriedly left the building, and Dick had finished his

meal before he returned.

The boy was stowing the remainder of the cheese and crackers into his

pockets when the shopkeeper, accompanied by two men, who looked as if

they might have been hunters or miners, entered.

"Is this the kid?" one of the strangers asked, looking as curiously at

the boy as had the proprietor.

"That's the one; an' the yarn he tells must be pretty nigh true, 'cause

he met Parsons an' Robinson, an' accordin' to his story they bought his

rifle, leavin' it with him till such time as they want to claim it."

The newcomers questioned Dick so closely regarding the journey and its

purpose that he began to fear something was wrong, and asked

nervously,--

"What's the reason I shouldn't have come up here? When a feller's

father is goin' to die if he can't get a doctor afoul of him, it's a

case of hustlin' right sharp."

"An' accordin' to the account you've given, that's about what you've

been doin'," one of the strangers said with an approving nod, which

reassured the boy to such an extent that he answered without

hesitation the further questions which were asked.

When the curiosity of the men had been satisfied, one of those whom

the landlord had brought in, and who was addressed by his companions

as "Bob Mason," said to Dick, as he laid his hand on the boy's

shoulder,--

"We'll take care of you, my bold kid, an' see that you get all your

father needs. If it wasn't that the doctor in this 'ere town is worked

mighty hard, I'd make it my business to send him right down to your

camp. But I reckon, if it's nothin' more'n a bullet through your dad's

leg, he'll pull 'round all right with sich things as you can carry

from here. Now come on, an' we'll find out what the pill-master thinks

of the case."

Dick was thoroughly surprised that so much interest in his affairs

should be manifested by strangers, and it pleased him that he was to

have assistance in this search for medical knowledge.

He followed this new friend readily, and in a few moments was standing

before the doctor, listening to Mr. Mason's highly colored version of

the journey.

When he would have corrected the gentleman as to some of the points

which had been exaggerated, he was kindly bade to "hold his tongue."

"I've heard all your yarn, my boy, an' can imagine a good many things

you didn't tell. There's precious few of us in this section of the

country that was ever overtook, while on foot, by the dancin' giants,

an' lived to tell the story."

"I wouldn't be alive if it hadn't been for Mr. Parsons an' Mr.

Robinson."

"What they did don't cut any figger. It's what you went through with

that I'm talkin' about, an' the doctor is bound to hear the whole

story before he gives up what he knows."

Not until Mr. Mason had concluded the recital after his own fashion

did he give the professional gentleman an opportunity to impart the

information which Dick had worked so hard to obtain; and then the

physician, after telling him in a general way how the patient should

be treated, wrote out in detail instructions for Mrs. Stevens to follow.

Then from his store of drugs, pills, and nauseous potions he selected

such as might be needed in the case, writing on each package full

directions, at the expense of at least an hour's time; and when he had

finished, Dick believed that his father would suffer for nothing in

the way of medicine.

"There, lad," Dr. Manter said as he concluded his labors, and tied in

the smallest possible compass the articles he had set out, "I allow

your mother should be able to do all that is necessary; and unless the

bone is so shattered that the leg must be amputated, it is possible

you will get along as well without a physician as with one."

"Do you mean there's a chance my poor old man might have to let his

leg be cut off?"

"If you have described the wound correctly, I should say there was

every danger. I have written, however, to your mother, so that she may

be able to decide if anything of the kind is probable, and then you

may be obliged to make another journey up here. At all events, if your

father's life should be in danger, you may depend upon it I will come

to the camp; although I am free to admit that a ride across Smoke

Creek Desert isn't one that I hanker for, although you seem to have

made the journey on foot and thought little of it."

"That's 'cause I was doin' it on daddy's account. How much is your

price for this stuff?"

Mr. Mason instantly plunged his hand in his pocket; and before he

could withdraw it the physician replied,--

"You have earned all I've given you, lad; and I'd be ashamed to take

even a dollar from a plucky little shaver like you."

"But I've got ten dollars, an' can pay my way. If I'd thought the

prospectors meant to give me the money instead of buyin' the rifle,

I'd got along without it; but they said twice over that they wanted

the gun, an' I believed 'em."

"No one can accuse you of being a beggar; but if it's the same to

you, I'd rather let this go on account, and some day perhaps, when

you've struck it rich, come around and we'll have a settlement."

"Doctor, you're a man, every inch of you!" Mr. Mason said in a loud

tone, as he slapped the physician on the shoulder with a force that

caused him to wince with absolute pain. "You're a man; an' if the

people in this town don't know it already, they shall find it out from

yours truly. I reckon we can ante up a little something in this 'ere

matter, so the kid won't go home empty-handed; for I tell you there's

nothin' in Antelope Spring too good for him."

Again Dick looked about him in surprise that such praise should be

bestowed for what seemed to him a very simple act. The kindly manner

in which the physician bade him good-by, with the assurance that he

would himself go to Buffalo Meadows if it should become necessary,

served to increase the boy's astonishment; and instead of thanking the

gentleman, he could only say, because of his bewilderment,--

"I did it for daddy, sir; an' it would be a mean kind of fellow who

wouldn't do as much."

Then Mr. Mason hurried him away, and despite Dick's protests insisted

on leading him from one place to another, until it was as if he had

been introduced to every citizen in the settlement.

He was not called upon to tell his story again, because his conductor

did that for him; and the details of the narrative were magnified with

each repetition, until Dick believed it absolutely necessary he should

contradict certain portions wherein he was depicted as a hero of the

first class.

When Mr. Mason had shown the boy fully around the town, he said by way

of parting,--

"Now you go down to Mansfield's, an' wait there till I come."

"Where's Mansfield's?"

"That's the store where I found you."

"But I can't wait a great while, Mr. Mason. You know I've got to be

back by to-morrow mornin'; an' I ought to be leavin' now, 'cause it's

pretty near noon."

"Don't worry your head about that, my son. You shall get to camp

before sunrise to-morrow mornin', an' without so very much work on

your part, either. Now go down to Mansfield's, an' wait there till I

come. Mind you don't leave this town till I'm back there."

Mr. Mason hurried away as he ceased speaking; and Dick walked slowly

down the street, debating in his mind whether he must obey this order.

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