GOING TO SCHOOL.
"Is the boss mechanic anywhere about?" asked Jack, who chanced to be
the first who entered the college when they found it.
They had opened a door, and found themselves in one of the study-rooms
of the school. There were fifty men and women there, all interested
with their books, and the best of order prevailed. A young man, whose
seat was near the door, on seeing that the boys were strangers, had
arisen and asked them what he could do for them.
"The boss mechanic?" he repeated, in a surprised tone.
"He means the man who is at the head of this institution," said
Julian. We want to see him for a few minutes, if you please."
"Oh, yes," said the young man, as he gave Jack a looking over. "I
guess you have worked at manual labor all your life."
"Yes, I have," replied Jack; "I have done nothing but lift heavy iron
for a good many years, and now I want to find an easier way of making
a living."
"You have come to the right place to find it. Step this way."
The student led the way around the room, passing close to the
scholars, some of whom merely glanced up, others paying not the least
attention to them, until he opened a door and ushered them into a
private office. He introduced the boys as persons who had come there
to see the "boss mechanic," and then went out; while a pleasant-faced,
elderly gentleman replied that he was the "boss mechanic" of that
school, and asked them what they wanted. Jack, who had made a blunder
by the first question he asked, remained silent, leaving Julian to do
all the talking.
"We want to get an education," said Julian.
"Well, that is what this school can give you," said the man. "What do
you want to study?"
"Stenography and type-writing."
"And you?" he added, turning to Jack.
"Bookkeeping and writing; I write a fearful hand."
The superintendent, having made a start with the boys, invited them to
sit down, and in a few minutes he learned something of the boys'
history, and what occupation they had been engaged in previous to
coming to Denver. Without telling him anything of their circumstances,
they chanced to mention the names of Mr. Fay and Mr. Gibson, and after
that Julian thought he seemed to take more interest in them. After a
little conversation the boys pulled out their roll of bills and paid
for six months' instruction and the books they would need, and then
arose to go, after telling him they would be on hand in the morning,
ready to go to work.
"I'll tell you what's a fact," said Jack, pausing on the stairs and
pulling out his diminished roll of bills; "we will have to go to the
bank and get some more money, the first thing you know."
"That is so," replied Julian. "And I have just thought of another
thing. Did you see how neatly all those students were dressed? I am
going to draw two hundred dollars--"
"Man alive!" said Jack, appalled by the sum mentioned. "Suppose Mr.
Haberstro comes up--"
"I don't bother my head about him. We will go and get some money, and
then we will go to a tailor's and get some clothes worth having. If
Mr. Haberstro is going to appear, Mr. Gibson will show us the way
out."
Jack was not convinced by any means, but he kept close by Julian's
side until he reached the bank. Julian made out the check for him and
he signed his name, and the money was paid to each of them without a
word of protest. Jack felt a little uneasy after that. He did not like
to have so much money about him. He carried his left hand in the
pocket where he had placed the bills, and looked at every
roughly-dressed man he met, as if he were afraid that somebody would
rob him.
"I don't feel exactly right," said he to Julian. "As soon as we get
home I'll put this money in my trunk, and then I know it will be
safe."
"Don't keep your hand on it all the while, or you will lead somebody
to suspect something," said Julian. "Now, here is a tailor shop; let
us go in and see what we can do."
Jack fairly gasped when Julian said he wanted the finest suit of
clothes there was in the store. He wanted two suits--one for every day
and one for Sundays. Of course the merchant was eager to show them to
him, and the result was that he ordered the best suits he had ever had
in his life. Jack did not believe in expensive clothes, but Julian
urged it upon him, telling him that he would look as though he came
from the country among all those nicely-dressed students, and Jack
finally yielded to him.
"That's the worst expenditure of money that I was ever guilty of,"
said he, when they were fairly on the street.
"Grumbling again, are you?" was Julian's comment. "Never mind; you
will get used to it after a while."
The next thing the boys had in view was to join the Young Men's
Christian Association, so that they could get some books to take home
with them; and when that was done they considered themselves settled
for the winter. They went to school the next day, and from that time
until spring opened they never missed a lesson. Jack was rather
awkward at first. The hands which had been in the habit of lifting
heavy bars of iron could not accommodate themselves to a pen very
readily; and oftentimes, when Julian sat in his room, of nights,
reading, Jack was there learning to write. No two boys ever behaved
themselves better than they did, and it was not long before they
became favorites, both with the boarders and others who came there to
visit. Jack soon got used to his fine clothes, and wore them as if he
had been accustomed to them all his life. They took an evening now and
then to call upon Mr. Banta, and they always found him as talkative as
ever. Sometimes they became so interested in his tales of life in the
gold-camps that it was ten o'clock before they returned home. Mr. Fay
and Mr. Gibson also came in for visits occasionally, and once the
latter took out a bundle of papers, which he handed to Julian.
"What are these?" he asked.
"They are your property," said the lawyer. "You can keep the papers
yourself, or you can let me keep them, and I will put them in my till
in the bank."
"Do you mean that all comes to us?" inquired Julian, while a thrill
shot all through him.
"Yes, sir; the court decided so a week ago."
"Jack," said Julian, turning to his companion, "are you sorry, now,
that I went to the express office and invested in that 'old horse'?"
Jack could not say anything. He remembered how he had scolded Julian
for that, and he did not want it thrown up to him so often. Julian
then went on and told Mr. Gibson what had happened in their room the
night he brought the "old horse" home, and the lawyer laughed loudly
at his description of it.
"Mr. Gibson, we really wish you would take charge of this matter for
us," said Julian. "You hope so, too--don't you, Jack?"
"Of course; we don't know what to do with it."
And so the matter was settled, and the boys breathed a good deal
easier while they were on their way home. There was one thing that
often came into their minds, and that was, What had become of Claus
and Casper Nevins? Had they given up all hopes of gaining possession
of that hundred thousand dollars? Jack scouted the idea. Casper might
have given it up, but Claus would stick to his idea until he got into
jail by it. He was not a man who gave up so easily. It is true they
had not seen anything of him since they came to Denver, but Jack was
sure they would hear from him at some other time.
"You will see," exclaimed Jack, when he confided his opinions to
Julian. "You want to be on the watch, or the first thing you know he
will jump down on us."
"I guess Mr. Gibson can shut him up very easily," said Julian.
"Yes; but it may happen when Mr. Gibson is not around."
"Eh? Do you mean that he will come down on us while we are up at the
mine?"
"Such things as that have happened. When you see a German you want to
look out."
Things went along in Denver as they usually did, and when winter
fairly opened on them the boys thought they had never experienced such
cold weather before. But it did not interfere with their business in
any way. It was not long before Mr. Banta began to talk to them about
the things that would be necessary for them to have if they were going
to operate their mine successfully, and the boys had a lengthy list of
things they would have to buy. They thought they could get along
without some of them, but Banta assured them that everything they had
down would be of use to them sooner or later. As time wore on, the
prospect of leaving Denver and going off to the mountains alone, where
they were destined to encounter some risks that they did not know
whether they could stand up against or not, made the boys silent and
thoughtful. In Denver they had friends--they were sure of that; but
when they got out to their mine they would be left all to themselves,
and Julian and Jack did not know what they would make of it. Jack had
less to say about it than his companion, but it was plain enough to
see that he was not going to back out.
"I tell you I hate to go away and leave all the kind friends we have
gathered about us," said Julian, as they left Salisbury's hotel after
Mr. Banta had told them that by two weeks from Monday they must be on
hand bright and early, all ready to start for the mountains. "I wish I
knew what was in that mine."
"So do I; and the only way we can find out is to go and see," replied
Jack. "I don't believe in ghosts, but I have heard so much about the
things up there in that mine that I am almost ready to give in to
them."
There was another thing that Jack thought of, although he did not
mention it. Julian had always been one of the first to talk about
going to the mine, and he was ready to accuse Jack of cowardice; but
when the time for their departure drew near, Julian did not open his
mouth. Jack thought of that, but said nothing.
Mr. Banta told them, finally, that they had better go to work and get
their things ready, and they set about it in earnest. The first thing
they did was to take leave of the students at the college. The boys
were all sorry to see them go, and the superintendent said he hoped
Julian and Jack had given up the idea of a gold-mine, for they were
getting on so rapidly in their studies that he trusted to see them
complete the course. He predicted they would come back poorer than
when they went away. He had heard of such things before; and, after
the young men had eaten up all their provisions, they would be glad to
find somebody to grub-stake them back to Denver.
"You will see us back here in the fall," said Julian, confidently. "We
are not going to give up our chances of learning something."
"But you may meet your death up there," said the superintendent. "I
have often heard of such things."
"I was awfully afraid you were going to say something about the ghosts
in our gold-mine," said Jack, as they went down the stairs. "You
looked at me several times as though you wanted to say something about
it."
"It was right on the end of my tongue," said Julian, "but I thought I
had better keep still about it. If we should come back here before
fall, they would say right away that we had been frightened out and
dared not go back."
Mr. Banta was busy getting his own things together, but he found time
now and then to overlook the boys' expenditures. Under his
instructions they bought three horses,--two of them for riding, the
other intended as a pack-horse to carry their utensils,--and then he
led the boys away to a gun-shop, where they were to purchase rifles.
"Look here, Mr. Banta," said Julian; "we don't need anything in here.
We have got a revolver apiece, and, if the truth must be told, we have
spent a good deal of time in practicing with them."
"What good will a revolver do you?" asked Banta, greatly surprised.
"If we chance to meet any Indians----"
"But you told us there were no Indians," said Julian. "We don't want
to shoot at anybody unless they are close at hand. Maybe they will
come in handy on the ghosts, you know."
"Well, you don't know anything about the plains--I can see that, plain
enough. If you think revolvers are going to do you, why, I am done
with you."
"Then we have purchased everything we want, have we?"
"I think so. Be on hand on Monday morning, because we shall be off
before the sun gets an hour high."
The boys drew a long breath when they heard this. If they had not
talked so much about visiting their mine it is probable that both of
them would have backed squarely out.