MAKING TERMS ALL AROUND.
Old General Nix was the first to discover the new invasion.
"Gorra'mighty!" he ejaculated, flourishing his staff about excitedly,
"d'je mind them same w'at's tuk et inter the'r heads to invade our
sancty sanctorum, up yander? Howly saints frum ther cullender! We
shall be built up inter an entire city 'twixt this an' sunset, ef ther
population n' sect becum enny more numersome. Thars a full fifty o'
them sharks, more or less--consider'bly more o' less than less o'
more--an' ef we hain't got ter hold a full hand in order ta clean 'em
out, why, ye can call me a cross-eyed, hair lipped hyeeny, that's
all."
Redburn uttered an ejaculation as he saw the swarm of invaders that
was perhaps more forcible than polite.
He did not like the looks of things at all. If Ned Harris were only
here, he thought, he could throw the responsibility all off on his
shoulders. But he was not; neither had he been seen or heard of since
he had quitted the valley over a month ago. Where he was staying all
this time was a problem that no one could solve--no one among our
three friends.
The "General" had made inquiries in Deadwood, but elicited no
information concerning the young miner. He had dropped entirely out of
the magic city's notice, and might be dead or dying in some foreign
clime, for all they knew. Anita worried and grew sadder each day at
his non-return; it seemed to her that he was in distress, or worse,
perhaps--dead. He had never stayed away so long before, she said,
always returning from his trips every few days. What, then, could now
be the reason of his prolonged absence?
Redburn foresaw trouble in the intrusion of the road-agents and
Fearless Frank, although he knew not the character or calling of the
former, and he resolved to make one bold stroke in defense of the
mines.
"Go to the quartz mines as quickly as you can!" he said, addressing
Nix, "and call every man to his arms. Then rally them out here, where
I will be waiting with the remainder of our forces, and we will see
what can be done. If it is to be a fight for our rights, a desperate
fight it shall be."
The "General" hurried off with as much alacrity as was possible, with
him, toward the quartz mine, while Redburn likewise made haste to
visit the shaft and collect together his handful of men.
He passed the cabin on the way, and, seeing Anita seated in the
doorway, he came to a momentary halt.
"You had better go inside and lock the doors and windows behind you,"
he said, advisingly. "There are invaders in the gulch, and we must try
and effect a settlement with them; so it is not desirable that they
should see you."
"You are not going to fight them?"
"Yes, if they will not come to reasonable terms which I shall name.
Why?"
"Oh! don't fight. You will get killed."
"Humph! what of that? Who would care if I were killed?"
"I would, for one, Mr. Redburn."
The miner's heart gave a great bound, and he gazed into the pure white
face of the girl, passionately. Was it possible that she had in her
heart anything akin to love, for _him_? Already be had conceived a
passing fancy for her, which might ripen into love, in time.
"Thanks!" he said, catching up her hand and pressing it to his lips.
"Those words, few as they are, make me happy, Miss Anita. But, stop! I
must away. Go inside, and keep shady until you see me again;" and so
saying he hurried on.
In ten minutes' time two score of brawny, half-dressed Utes were
rallied in the valley, and Redburn was at their head, accompanied by
the "General."
"I will now go forward and hold parley," said Harry, as he wrapped a
kerchief about the muzzle of his rifle-barrel. "If you see me fall,
you can calculate that it's about time for you to sling in a chunk of
your lip."
He had fallen into the habit of talking in an illiterate fashion,
since his association with the "General."
"All right," assented the old locater; "ef they try ter salt ye, jes'
giv' a squawk, an' we'll cum a-tearin' down ter yer resky at ther rate
o' forty hours a mile, more or less--consider'bly more o' less than
less o' more."
Redburn buckled his belt a hole tighter, looked to his two revolvers,
and set out on his mission.
The road-agents had, in the mean time, circled off to the right of the
fissure, and formed into a compact body, where they halted and watched
the rallying of the savages in the valley.
Fearless Frank and his lovely companion remained where they had first
halted, awaiting developments. They had stumbled into Paradise and
were both surprised and bewildered.
Redburn approached them first. He was at loss how to open the confab,
but the Scarlet Boy saved him the trouble.
"I presume I see in you one of the representatives of this concern,"
he said, doffing his hat and showing his pearly teeth in a little
smile, as the miner came up.
"You do," replied Redburn, bowing stiffly. "I am an owner or partner
in this mining enterprise, which, until your sudden advent, has been a
secret to the outside world."
"I believe you, pilgrim; for, though I am pretty thoroughly acquainted
with the topography of the Black Hills country, I had not the least
idea that such an enterprise existed in this part of the territory."
"No, I dare say not. But how is it that we are indebted to you for
this intrusion?--for such we feel justified in calling it, under the
existing circumstances."
"I did not intend to intrude, sir, nor do I now. In riding through the
mountains we accidentally stumbled into the fissure passage that leads
to this gulch, and as there was nothing to hinder us, we came on
through."
"True; I should have posted a strong guard in the pass. You have a
female companion, I perceive; not your wife?"
"Oh, no! nor my sister, either. This is Miss Terry--an estimable young
lady, who has come to the Black Hills in search of her father. Your
name is--"
"Redburn--Harry Redburn; and yours, I am told, is Fearless Frank."
"Yes, that is the title I sail under. But how do you know aught of
me?"
"I was told your name by a partner of mine. Now, then, concerning the
present matter; what do you propose to do?"
"To do? Why, turn back, I suppose; I see nothing else to do."
Redburn leaned on his rifle and considered.
"Do you belong to that other crowd?"
"No, indeed;" Frank's face flushed, half angrily. "I thank my stars I
am not quite so low down as that, yet. Do you know them? That's
Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road, and his band of outlaws!"
"What--is it possible? The same gang whom the _Pioneer_ is making such
a splurge over, every week."
"The same. That fellow clad in black is Deadwood Dick, the leader."
"Humph! He in black; you in scarlet. Two contrasting colors."
"That is so. I had not thought of it before. But no significance is
attached thereto."
"Perhaps not. Have you the least idea what brought them here?"
"The road-agents? I reckon I do. The military has been chasing them
for the last two days. Probably they have come here for protection."
"Maybe so; or for plunder. Give me your decision, and I will go and
see what they want."
"There is nothing for me to decide more than to take the back track."
Redburn shook his head, decidedly.
"You cannot go back!" he said, using positiveness in his argument;
"that is, not for awhile. You'd have all Deadwood down on us in a
jiffy. I'll give you work in the shaft, at three dollars a day. You
can accept that offer, or submit to confinement until I see fit to set
you at liberty."
"And my companion, here--?"
"I will place under the charge of Miss Anita for the present, where
she will receive hospitable treatment."
Fearless Frank started as though he had been struck a violent blow;
his face grew very white; his eyes dilated; he trembled in every
joint.
"_Anita!_" he gasped--"_Anita!_"
"I believe that is what I said!" Redburn could not understand the
youth's agitation. He knew that the sister of Ned Harris had a secret;
was this Fearless Frank in any way connected with it, and if so, how?
"Do you know her?"
"Her other name is--"
"Harris--Anita Harris, in full. Do you know her, or aught of her?"
"I--I--I did, once!" was the slow reply. "Where is she; I want to see
her?"
Redburn took a moment to consider.
Would it be best to permit a meeting between the two until he should
be able to learn something more definite concerning the secret? If Ned
Harris were here would he sanction such a meeting? No! something told
the young miner that he would not; something warned him that it could
result in no good to allow the scarlet youth an interview with sad,
sweet-faced Anita.
"You cannot see her!" he at last said, decidedly. "There is a reason
why you two should never meet again, and if you remain in the gulch,
as you will be obliged to, for the present, you must give me your word
of honor that you will not go near yonder cabin."
Fearless Frank had expected this; therefore he was not surprised.
Neither did Redburn know how close he had shied his stone at the real
truth.
"I promise," McKenzie said, after a moment's deliberation, "on my
honor, that I will not approach the cabin, providing you will furnish
me my meals and lodgings elsewhere. If Anita comes to me, what then?"
"I will see that she does not," Redburn answered, positively.
Gradually he was assuming full control of things, in the absence of
Harris, himself. "Miss Terry, you may ride down to yonder cabin, and
tell Anita I sent you. Pilgrim, you can come along with me."
"No; I will accompany Alice as far as where your forces are
stationed," said Frank, and then they rode down the slope, Redburn
turning toward where the road-agents sat upon their horses in a
compact body, with Deadwood Dick at their head.
As the miner drew nigh and came to a standstill, the Prince of the
road rode forward to his side.
"Well--?" he said, interrogatively, his voice heavy yet pleasant; "I
suppose you desire to know what bizness we've got in your cornfield,
eh, stranger?"
"That's about the dimensions of it, yes," replied Redburn, at once
conceiving a liking for the young road-agent, in whom he thought he
saw a true gentleman, in the disguise of a devil. "I came over to
learn the object you have in view, in invading our little valley, if
you have no objections in telling."
"Certainly not. As you may have guessed already, we are a band of
road-agents, whose field of action we have lately confined to the
Black Hills country. I have the honor of being the leader, and you
have doubtless heard of me--Deadwood Dick, the 'Road-Agent Prince,' as
the _Pioneer_ persists in terming me. Just at present, things are
rather sultry in the immediate vicinity of Deadwood, so far as we are
concerned, and we sought this locality to escape a small army of the
Deadwood military, who have been nosing around after us for the past
week."
"Well--?"
"Well, we happened to see a man and woman come this way, and believing
that it must lead to somewhere or other, we followed, and here we are,
out of the reach of the blue-coats, but, I take it, _in_ the way of a
party of secret miners. Is it not so?"
"No, not necessarily so, unless you put yourselves in the way. You
wish to remain quartered here for the present?"
"If not contrary to your wishes, we should like to, yes."
"I have no objections to offer, providing you will agree to two
points."
"And what are they, may I ask?"
"These. That you will camp at the mouth of the passage, and thus keep
out any other intruders that may come; second, that you will keep your
men to this side or the valley, and not interfere with any of our
laborers."
"To which I eagerly agree. You shall experience no inconvenience from
our presence here; you furnish us a haven of safety from the pursuing
soldiers; we in return will extend you our aid in repelling a host of
fortune-seekers who may any moment come down this way in swarms."
"Very well; that settles it, then. You keep your promise, and all will
go well."
The two shook hands: then Redburn turned and strode back to dismiss
his forces, while Dick and his men took up their position at the place
where the fissure opened into the gulch. Here they made preparations
to camp. Redburn, while returning to his men, heard a shout of joy,
and looking up, saw, to his surprise, that the old "General" and Alice
Terry were locked in each other's arms, in a loving embrace.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote D: This crusher is said to have been the first introduced
into the Black Hills]