RESCUED.
The miner having made his reply, turned on his heel, still smoking his
pipe, and coolly walked away, while Tim O'Rooney gazed after him in
amazement. The boys were amused spectators of the scene, and Elwood now
called out.
"Come, Tim, don't wait! We shall meet somebody else before long; and as
you have just had a good smoking spell, you can certainly wait a while."
"Yes," added Howard, "no good can come of waiting; so jump in and let's
be off."
The Irishman obeyed like a child which hardly understood what was
required of it, and taking his seat said never a word.
"Let me alternate with you for a while," said Howard to his cousin, "you
have worked quite a while with the paddle."
"I am not tired, but if you are eager to try your skill I won't object."
The boys changed places, and while Howard gave his exclusive attention
to the management of the canoe, Elwood devoid himself to consoling Tim
O'Rooney in the most serio-comic manner.
"Bear up a little longer, my good fellow. There's plenty of tobacco in
the country, and there must be some that is waiting expressly for you."
"Where bees the same?"
"Of course we are to find that out; and I haven't the least doubt but
the way will appear."
"Elwood," sighed Tim, "'spose by towken of the severe suffering that
meself is undergoing I should lose me intellect----"
"I don't think there's any danger."
"And why not?" demanded the Irishman, in assumed fierceness.
"For the good reason that you haven't any to lose."
Tim bowed his head in graceful acknowledgment.
"But suppose I does run mad for all that?"
"I can easily dispose of you?"
"Afther what shtyle?"
"A madman is always a dangerous person in the community, and the moment
I see any signs of your malady all I have to do is to shoot you through
the head."
"Do yez obsarve any signs at presint?"
"You needn't ask the question, for the moment it breaks out the report
of the gun and the crash of the bullet will give you a hint of the
trouble."
Tim laughed.
"Yez are a bright child, as me mother used to obsarve whin I'd wash me
face in her buttermilk and smiled through the windy at her. If ye
continues to grow in your intellect yez may come to be a man that I
won't be ashamed to addriss and take by the hand when I maats yez in the
straats."
"I hope I shall," laughed Elwood, "the prize that you hold out is enough
to make any boy work as he never did before. I hope you will not wish to
withdraw your offer."
"Niver a faar--niver a faar, as Bridget Mughalligan said, when I asked
her if she'd be kind enough to remimber me for a few days."
"Tim," added Elwood, after a moment's silence, "we are out of the
woods."
"What do yez maan by that?"
"We can see signs of the presence of white men all around us, and we
have nothing further to fear from Indians."
At this point Howard called the attention of his companion to a large
canoe which was coming around a curve in the river. It contained nearly
a dozen men, and was the largest boat of the kind which they had ever
seen, and savored also of a civilized rather than a savage architect.
"They are white men," said Howard.
"Do yez obsarve any pipes sticking out of their mouths?"
"One or two are smoking."
"Then boord them if they won't surrender."
"They have headed toward us," remarked Elwood, "and must wish to say
something."
A few moments later the two boats came side by side, and before any one
else could speak Tim made his request known for tobacco. This was
furnished him, and as he relit his pipe he announced that he had no
objection to their proceeding with their business.
There were nine men in the larger boat, and all were armed with pistols,
rifles and knives. In truth they resembled a war party more than
anything else bound upon some desperate expedition.
The boys noticed as they came along, and while Tim O'Rooney was
speaking, that several of the men looked very keenly at them, as though
they entertained some strong suspicion. Finally one of the men asked:
"Are you youngsters named Lawrence and Brandon?"
"Yes, sir."
Here the questioner produced a paper from his pocket, and seemed to read
his questions from that.
"And is that man Timothy O'Rooney?"
"Timothy O'Rooney, Esquire, from Tipperary, at your sarvice," called out
the Irishman from the stern of the canoe, where he was elegantly
reclining, and without removing the pipe from his mouth.
"Were you on the steamer ---- ---- that was burned off the coast of
California?" pursued the interlocutor.
"Yes, sir."
"Then you are just the party we are looking for."
"Where do you come from?"
"We are from San Francisco, sent out by Messrs. Lawrence and Brandon in
search of their children, whom they learned a few days ago from Mr.
Yard, one of the survivors, were left on the coast, having wandered
inland at the time the others were taken off by the Relief."
This was to the point.
"It is fortunate for all parties that we met you," added the man with a
smile, "for we receive a very liberal reward to bring you back, no
matter whether we met you within a dozen miles of San Francisco, or were
obliged to spend the summer hunting for you among the mountains, only to
succeed after giving the largest kind of a ransom."
"Prosaad," said Tim O'Rooney, with a magnificent wave of his hand,
without rising from his reclining position. "We're glad to maat yez, as
me uncle obsarved, whin Micky O'Shaunhanaley's pig walked into his
shanty and stood still till he was salted down and stowed away in the
barrel, by raisin of which Micky niver found his pig agin."
The next day the party reached the outlet of the Salinas River, Monterey
Bay, where they succeeded in securing transit to San Francisco, and the
two boys were once more clasped in the loving arms of their anxious
parents.
Howard and Elwood remained in San Francisco until autumn, when they came
East again and entered college, and having passed through with honor
they returned to the Golden City, and are now partners in a flourishing
business. Tim O'Rooney is in their service, and they both hold him in
great regard. He is as good-natured as when "Adrift in the Wilds" with
the boys, and his greatest grief is that he has never been able to meet
Mr. Shasta, the most "illigent savage gintleman that iver paddled his
own canoe."
THE END.
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