GRUB-STAKING.
"Sit down," said Banta, pushing chairs toward the two boys with his
foot; "I want to talk to you about that mine. What loon has been so
foolish as to grub-stake you?"
"Grub-stake us?" repeated Julian, for the words were quite new to him.
"Yes; he does not expect to get his money back again very soon. I mean
the fellow who has furnished you with grub and tools, and such things,
to work the mine with."
"We never heard that before; we did not know there was anybody who
_could_ grub-stake us."
"Say, Pete, what do you think of that?" said Banta, once more pushing
the man who sat nearest him. "Here are a couple of tenderfeet, come
away out West from--where did you come from?"
"From St. Louis; this is as far West as we have ever been."
"Here are a couple of tenderfeet from St. Louis who didn't know that
they could get anybody to grub-stake them," continued Banta. "What do
you think of that?"
Pete, who had by this time got his wits about him, straightened up,
pushed his hat on the back of his head, and regarded the boys with
some curiosity. Julian and Jack looked at him, too, and concluded that
he and Banta were partners in working a mine. He was roughly dressed,
but there was a good-natured look about him that made the boys take to
him at once. There were other men, dressed as miners, in the room, and
they all seemed to be interested in the conversation.
"Then I reckon I shall have to tell you about this grub-staking
business," said Banta, squaring around in his chair so as to face the
boys. "You are going to lay in a supply of things yourselves, I
suppose?"
"Yes, we are; and we shall have to depend on you to tell us what to
get."
"Well, there is plenty of time between this and spring, and we will
have time to talk that over afterward. Now, about this grub-staking
business. There are lots of fellows who come out here who haven't got
the money to enable them to go prospecting, and what do they do but
hunt up some fellow who is willing to buck against a hole in the
ground, and get their provisions and tools of him. He gets half of
what they make. The men stay out there until they have eaten up all
their provisions and then come in; and if they have had good luck, so
much the better. But if they have wasted their time in looking for
gold where there wasn't any to be found, why, so much the worse; that
man is just so much out of pocket.
"Well, along in '90 Pete and me struck this very town, and we flew so
light that we couldn't hardly stay on the ground. We didn't have
enough to buy our next meal with; but we struck a gang whom we knew,
and headed along with them for the gold country. Of course we had
nothing, but we managed to strike a grub-stake and went prospecting up
there behind Dutch Flat. We lit into that rock and dirt, working like
beavers, but the sign didn't come right. It looked well enough at the
start, but it did not pan out much. We stuck to it for nearly three
months, and then concluded that we had better go down and get another
grub-stake and strike in somewhere else. So I stayed up there alone,
and Pete went down and brought up the man that employed us. He looked
at the hole, liked the looks of it, and wanted us to go farther; but
Pete and I couldn't see it in that light. One word brought on another,
and he offered us three hundred dollars for the hole."
"For the hole!" exclaimed Julian. "And there was not a sign of gold
about it?"
"Now, hold on till I tell you," returned Banta. "There was a little
sign of gold about it, but there was not enough to pay Pete and me for
digging. We snapped him up quicker'n a flash, and what does that man
do? He went down to Dutch Flat, brought up his tools, and set in to
working the hole, and before he had gone two feet farther he struck
the richest vein you ever clapped your eyes on. He took sixty
thousand dollars out of it. Now, some of you fellows talk about hard
luck. If any of you can beat that story, I'll give you what little I
made on Dutch Flat this summer."
"That _was_ hard luck, I must say," said Julian. "And you lacked only
two feet of being rich?"
"Only just two feet," returned Banta, "We might have been running
around now with two niggers to drive the team--one dressed as a
coachman and the other as a footman. Pete didn't get over pulling his
hair for a month after that."
"But we are going to stake ourselves next summer," said Julian. "If we
lose, it will come out of our own pockets. Have you been anywhere near
this mine that we are going to work?"
"What do you think of that, Pete?" exclaimed Banta. "He wants to know
if we have been near his mine. Not much! I'll bet there are two
hundred miners on Dutch Flat this minute, and not one of them has ever
seen that mine. They have heard about it, they know there is plenty
of gold up there, but nobody has ever been near it. The last two that
went up there came away so badly frightened that they packed up and
left the country so quick that you could not see them for the dust
they kicked up along the trail. They saw something down there in the
pit, and it took all the pluck out of them."
"What did they see?" asked Julian.
"Well, perhaps I was a little too fast in saying that they saw
something," said Banta. "They heard something, and that was as good as
though they had seen it. It first began with a scurrying on the
ground, as if somebody was hurrying over it. Where it came from nobody
knew; it seemed to fill the air all around them. Before they had time
to get frightened at this there was a shriek that made it appear as if
the pit was full of unearthly spirits, and then all was still; but the
fellows had heard enough. The man down below yelled to his partner to
pull him up, and when he found himself safe on top he laid down on the
ground and swore he would never go down there again. Oh, you boys
have something to face, if you are going up there!"
"Could not the sound they heard have been occasioned by bats that had
been disturbed while trying to take a rest?" asked Julian. "He had a
light, of course."
"Bats!" exclaimed Banta, with deep disgust; "it was a great deal
larger than bats. And he could have seen them if he had a light, could
he not?"
"And, besides, bats don't shriek that way," said a miner who had not
spoken before. "There used to be a miner who was working that pit
along with Winkleman----"
"You hold your yawp," exclaimed Banta, fiercely; "I am telling the
boys nothing but facts. I want them to know just what they have to
face. I don't go into any of this cock-and-bull story about a dead
miner. If that man died up there, and was buried, he's there yet, and
he can't come out to work in the pit any more."
"What about him?" asked Julian. "We want to know everything connected
with the mine, then we will be prepared for anything."
"But this thing is not connected with the mine," said Banta; "it is
some sort of a story the miners have, and there is not a word of truth
in it. They tell about a miner being seen there by everyone who goes
down, and when you try to get up to him, he is not there. He goes
farther and farther away every time you approach him."
"We have heard that story before," said Julian, with a smile; "Mr. Fay
knows all about it."
"Then of course you don't believe it. I have told you the truth about
the mine, and now you can go up with me next spring or stay away, just
as you have a mind to."
"Oh, we will go with you," said Julian. "I never was interested in any
property yet that I was afraid to work just on account of some things
you could not see. When we bid you good-bye at Dutch Flat we shall
know what there is in that mine before we come back."
"I like your pluck," said Banta; and the look of admiration he
bestowed upon Julian more than confirmed his words. "If you live up
to that, I hope you will get some gold."
"They say that gold is plenty up there," said another miner. "They say
it is lying around under your feet."
"And you never went there to get it!" exclaimed Julian with surprise.
"It isn't as thick as that," said Banta. "Probably every bucketful you
send up to be washed will yield you from ten to fifty dollars. You
will get rich at that rate."
"Well, I guess we have troubled you long enough," said Julian, rising
to his feet. "We are really obliged to you, Mr. Banta, for offering to
take charge of us, although we are nothing but tenderfeet. There are
no Indians out there, are there?"
"Indians!--no; and if there were some on the warpath, we have miners
enough up there to make them hunt their holes."
"I am glad of that; we don't want anything to do with those savages,
after what we have read about them. We will see you again, Mr. Banta."
"Do so, and the next time I will tell you what things you want to
buy, to make your enterprise successful. Good-morning."
"There's two boys that have gone plumb crazy," said one of the miners,
after the door had closed upon Julian and Jack. "I wonder how they got
that mine, in the first place?"
"The boys are bound to get gold there, if they can stick it out," said
another. "One of the men who came down from there showed me a piece of
metal as big as a marble, which he had picked up on the bottom of that
pit; but the trouble is, can they stick it out?"
"I believe _they_ will," said Banta, settling down in his chair once
more. "That boy who did most of the talking is one who has plenty of
'sand' to see him through. After they get fairly settled, I believe
I'll go up and see how they are getting along."
"Then you will go without me," said Pete; "I am as close to that mine
as I want to be."
"Well, Jack," said Julian, as he buttoned his coat, "what do you think
of our mine? Shall we go up and try it? The miners all think there is
gold up there."
"We will have plenty of time to talk about that between this time and
spring," returned Jack. "Mr. Haberstro may come up before we get ready
to start, and demand his money."
"I have no fears on that score," replied Julian. "Did not the lawyer
say that he did not look for that? But, Jack, I really believe you are
afraid of that mine."
"You need not be. When we get up there, and get things fixed, I will
be the first to go into it."
"All right. I'll stand back and let you. Now, Jack, what are we going
to do this winter? We can't sit around all the time without something
to occupy our minds."
"I have been thinking about that. Let us call on Mr. Fay, and see what
he says."
Julian thought this a piece of advice worth acting upon, and they bent
their steps toward Mr. Fay's office, where they found him seated, as
before, with his feet on the desk in front of him. When he saw who his
visitors were, he jumped up hastily and seized each of them by the arm
with a firm grip.
"Oh, boys, you surely haven't made up your minds to go up to that
mine next spring, have you?" he asked, almost in a whisper.
"Why, yes, sir," said Julian, somewhat surprised by the man's actions.
"I reckon it is ours, and we want to see what gold is to be found in
it."
"But think of the ghosts you will have to contend with," said Mr. Fay.
"You will hear scurrying of feet--What was that?" he continued,
looking toward a distant part of his office and pulling the boys
around in front of him. "I am certain there is a ghost there."
Julian and Jack began to see into the matter now. The man was so full
of his fun that he could not keep it in under any circumstances, and
it had come to the surface when he saw the boys come into his office.
Perhaps a lingering smile around his mouth had something to do with
it.
"I don't believe you heard any ghost there," said Julian; "they are so
busy up there at the mine that they have no time to come down here to
trouble you."
"All right, boys; sit down. What did Banta say the spirits looked
like?"
Julian replied that he could not tell, for he had not seen them; and
with this as an introduction he went on and repeated the miner's
conversation as nearly as he could recall it. Mr. Fay listened, highly
amused, and when Julian ceased speaking he said,
"If you can see them, what's the use of your being afraid? And as for
that phantom miner, that happened a long ways from here. I ought to be
kicked for trying to frighten you."
"It will take something more than that to scare us out," said Julian.
"Now, Mr. Fay, we want to ask your advice."
"I am ready to give it. Do you want to invest some property in a
gold-mine?"
No; Julian assured him that it had no reference to their property,
which was not theirs yet until the court had passed upon it, but it
was in regard to their going to school in order to learn something.
Mr. Fay was all attention now, and when Julian spoke of joining some
mercantile academy, he slapped his hands down upon his knees as if
that was the best thing the boys could do.
"I have no fears that your money will not prove useful to you," said
he; "the idea of your wanting to go to school is a big feather in your
caps. Some young men, with such an amount of money as you have coming
to you, would loaf around and do nothing until their funds were all
gone; but you don't act that way. Believe me, there is an end to that
hundred thousand dollars somewhere."
"That is just what the president of the bank told us when we called
upon him," said Julian. "We have worked so hard for the little money
we have that we intend to take care of it. But, Mr. Fay, we don't
believe that Mr. Gibson did right in giving us these funds."
"What's the reason you don't?"
"Why, he said he would have to get word from the court before all the
property could be turned over to us--"
"Oh, that's all right; Mr. Gibson knew what he was doing. You will
find it all right when the Judge hears the case. Now, do you know
where the business college is situated?"
Julian was not so sure about that, but he received certain
instructions from Mr. Fay that made him think he could find it; so the
boys put on their caps and went out.