THE LOST MINE AGAIN
Fortunately it was not heavy going, as the dirt and gravel was
comparatively loose, and in the morning of the next day about ten
o'clock, they came to a nest of rocks which barred their way. By hard
efforts and by loosening a large stone there was a narrow rift made,
through which they crawled, with Juarez in the lead.
"Here's the entrance," he cried, his voice sounding hollow from the
interior.
"The Lost Mine!" yelled Tom, and in a second they were all together
in the entrance, and with a rousing cheer at what promised to be the
successful end of all their trials and dangers, then home again, and
after that their journey on the _Sea Eagle_ into foreign countries
and searching strange corners of the earth.
"Light up, boys," said Jim. "We will soon see what we have ahead of
us."
"We will have to be careful," warned Juarez, "there is no telling what
we will meet, we are always running into excitement of some sort."
"I guess not," replied Jeems, "we have had enough to last us for a
lifetime. Let's wind this business up quietly."
"Agreed," said Jim. "We will make up for it later. Forward, march!"
With pine torches they went forward through the gloom, the light
showing that the entrance to the mine had been buttressed with pine
timber, but this extended only a few feet, and then they came to a
narrow rift between dripping rocks.
"Low bridge, Jeems," cried Jo.
"This looks to me to be a cave," said Jim.
"It don't keep it from being a pocket mine, even if it is a cave,"
said Jeems wisely.
"You ought to know, Jeems," said Juarez, "as you were a prospector
before we were born."
"Oh, I'm not that old," protested Jeems. "Here we are getting to the
workings now."
"Sure enough," cried Jim, a thrill of interest in his voice.
"Here is where they have picked out some nuggets," said Jo.
"It won't be far to the find now," said Tom, shaking with excitement.
Jeems was looking closely with his trained eyes along the walls and
into every crevice and upon the shelves of stone, for the sides of
the cave-mine were not smooth, but singularly rugged.
"Struck it rich, boys!" Jeems cried suddenly, as he held the flame of
his torch near the wall. "Give me the pick, take the lamp, Tom." It
was the ultimate moment of triumph for the Frontier Boys. Carefully,
but with skillful precision, Jeems brought the pick down upon the
surface of the wall where it was roughened into little mounds.
"That don't look like gold," said Tom. "It's nothing but dingy rock."
Jeems only smiled at Tom's comment, as he swung his pick in the light
of the flaming torches.
"That's stone-stain, Tom," he said, then a loosened nugget fell to the
floor of the cave. Jo picked it up and there was the yellow gleam of
gold under the wavering light of the torches.
"There's a whole nest of them," cried Tom.
"I wonder where the goose is that laid them?" questioned Jo.
"I'm going to find a nest for myself," said Juarez.
It was a most interesting search, and each of the boys made finds of
their own. Jim discovered a square yard of nuggets, not close set, of
course, but there must have been twenty of varying sizes, and Juarez
made the biggest individual find of a nugget that was five inches tall
and three thick. Every second the other boys expected to make a
discovery that would discount Juarez.
After the first excitement was over, they settled down to systematic
work. It was necessary to send someone back for the lanterns so that
they could have steady light to work by; but who should go? That was
the painful question. The work was so interesting that they all
naturally wanted to stay on the job.
"Let Jeems go," said the generous Tom. "It's an old story to him
anyway." The good-natured Jeems would probably have allowed himself to
be imposed upon, but Jim put his foot down upon Tom's proposition.
"No you don't," he said. "We will draw lots to decide." As luck or
fate would have it, Tom got the shortest straw, or, rather, sliver of
pine, and had to go after the lanterns. Tom was a picture of the heart
bowed down when the decision went against him, and the boys laughed at
his woe-begone face.
"Maybe you will be able to find an honest man with your lantern, Tom,"
said Jim consolingly.
"I wouldn't come to this gang," he retorted bitterly, and to prove
the sincerity of his belief, he took his little pile of nuggets to
Jeems.
"Take care of these till I get back," he said. Then his two brothers
went into convulsions of merriment at this token of Tom's regard.
"If you didn't steal them you would be sure to hide 'em," he said, and
there was considerable truth in his last observation.
"If you are going to make a bank out of Jeems, you will have to pay
him interest," remarked Jo derisively. Tom regarded Jeems doubtfully
and then, reassured by his belief in the latter's generosity, he made
off on his errand.
"There is one good thing about Tom's going," said Juarez, "he will
hustle more than any of us."
"No doubt about that," laughed Jim. "He will scorch a trail down the
mountain all right."
It was true that Tom made extraordinary time, for he was desperately
afraid lest his comrades-in-arms would get all the nuggets, but he
need not have been so worried, for the boys worked busily night and
day for the greater part of a week before Jim gave the orders to break
camp. There was bitter rebellion on the part of Tom, and he was backed
by Jo.
"You can stay," Jim said finally. "We have enough, and more than
enough. If we don't pull up stakes now, we will be snowed under. A
storm will strike us at this altitude any time at this season. We did
not come here to spend the winter and we are not prepared for it.
What's the use of the gold? It won't buy us anything if we are nothing
but beautiful frozen corpses."
"You hit the nail on the head that time, Skipper," said Jeems Howell,
the philosopher. "Gold is no good if you are dead. Men kill their
souls getting it, too, pretty often in this world." Tom had to give
in, but he kept growling under his breath, and Jim turned on him
fiercely.
"Another growl out of you, Tom Darlington, and I'll give you a sound
thrashing. I'm using my best judgment and I am not going to be
pestered from here to the coast with your growling sulks. That's
straight. You cheer up." Tom cheered.
They got an early start one morning and turned their horses' heads
southward. The gold was evenly divided, and the burden imposed equally
upon the three mules. The triumphant procession started, with Jim
mounted jauntily on his white charger, Caliente, followed by Juarez
and the rest in order.
It was certainly a happy crowd when they had finally started on their
return trip to the coast. The talk was all of their plans for the
future, about their home-going, all of which is related in the
"Frontier Boys in the Saddle," for it was a longish journey and a
thrilling one, and then home. Juarez did not say much, but it was
evident that his mind was busy thinking of his people on the Kansas
farm outside of River Bend.
"It will be too late in the season when we get to your place, Juarez,
for a game of baseball," remarked Jo.
"It's too bad," replied Juarez. "It would be fine sport to beat those
Hughsonville fellows again."
"I'm not so sure that I could pitch a baseball now," said Jo. "It's a
long time since I have had one in my hand."
"That would be all right," said Jim easily. "We would have Jeems for
umpire, and he would help us out."
"Now, boys, don't you go to planning trouble for me," expostulated
Jeems. "I don't mind dodging sharks and being tied up by fierce
outlaws, like Jo and Tom, but I won't be an umpire."
"That's settled," laughed Jo. "Anyway, if we can't indulge in
baseball, we will have a game of horseshoes, behind the blacksmith's
shop at River Bend.
"I wonder how the _Sea Eagle_ and the old Captain are getting along?"
said Jeems.
"We will see in about ten days," replied Jim. "But I'm not worrying
with the old man and the engineer aboard. We will stop long enough to
say howdy to 'em, leave our gold or most of it aboard ship and then
hike for home."
"Do you think it will be safe on the ship, Jim?" inquired Jo
anxiously.
"As safe as anywhere," said Jim nonchalantly.
The Frontier Boys rode steadily southward, taking a more direct way
and an easier one than that by which they had come. They took no
chance of running into Gus Gols or his gang of cutthroats. They were
fortunate in not being molested or way-laid, and for the first five
days the weather was fine, but the morning of the sixth day it began
to snow just as they rode out of camp. The boys did not worry,
however, as they were through the worst of the mountain trip. Indeed,
they rather enjoyed the soft and silent fall of the snow; it was a
change.
"Boys, this is Christmas weather!" cried Jeems.
"We will spend our Christmas at home this year, boys!" said Jim,
turning in the saddle and looking down the line, each one riding
jauntily and easily through the rapidly falling snow that softly
flaked their weather-hued faces and starred the coats of their horses.
"All in favor of this proposition say aye!" continued Jim.
"Aye!" roared the boys in chorus.
"You, too, Jeems," urged Jim, "won't leave you out. Make it unanimous
this time!"
And they did. As for the reader, he must not be left out in the cold
and the snow, and he, too, is invited to be present at the boys'
Christmas at home, for it is bound to be a jolly affair, and the
Frontier Boys are nothing if not hospitable. The record of their trip
overland eastward and of their home-coming is bound to be full of
interest and incident; for the boys, besides being hospitable, are
also very enterprising and venturesome.
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Transcriber's note:
Minor changes have been made to correct typesetters' errors; otherwise,
every effort has been made to remain true to the author's words and
intent.