A dead silence followed.The Judge and Union Mills looked at each other in dazed astonishment, and then nervously set about their former habits, apparently in that fatuous belief common to such natures, that they were ignoring a painful situation.The Judge drew the barrel towards him, picked up the cards, and began mechanically to "make a patience," on which Union Mills gazed with ostentatious interest, but with eyes furtively conscious of the rigid figure of the Right Bower by the chimney and the abstracted face of the Left Bower at the door.Ten minutes had passed in this occupation, the Judge and Union Mills conversing in the furtive whispers of children unavoidably but fascinatedly present at a family quarrel, when a light step was heard upon the crackling brushwood outside, and the bright panting face of the Old Man appeared upon the threshold.There was a shout of joy; in another moment he was half-buried in the bosom of the Right Bower's shirt, half-dragged into the lap of the Judge, upsetting the barrel, and completely encompassed by the Left Bower and Union Mills.With the enthusiastic utterance of his name the spell was broken.
Happily unconscious of the previous excitement that had provoked this spontaneous unanimity of greeting, the Old Man, equally relieved, at once broke into a feverish announcement of his discovery.He painted the details, with, I fear, a slight exaggeration of coloring, due partly to his own excitement, and partly to justify their own.But he was strangely conscious that these bankrupt men appeared less elated with their personal interest in their stroke of fortune than with his own success."I told you he'd do it," said the Judge, with a reckless unscrupulousness of statement that carried everybody with it; "look at him! the game little pup." "Oh no! he ain't the right breed, is he?" echoed Union Mills with arch irony, while the Right and Left Bower, grasping either hand, pressed a proud but silent greeting that was half new to him, but wholly delicious.It was not without difficulty that he could at last prevail upon them to return with him to the scene of his discovery, or even then restrain them from attempting to carry him thither on their shoulders on the plea of his previous prolonged exertions.Once only there was a momentary embarrassment."Then you fired that shot to bring me back?" said the Old Man, gratefully.
In the awkward silence that followed, the hands of the two brothers sought and grasped each other, penitently."Yes," interposed the Judge, with delicate tact, "ye see the Right and Left Bower almost quarreled to see which should be the first to fire for ye.Idisremember which did"--"I never touched the trigger," said the Left Bower, hastily.With a hurried backward kick, the Judge resumed, "It went off sorter spontaneous."The difference in the sentiment of the procession that once more issued from the Lone Star cabin did not fail to show itself in each individual partner according to his temperament.The subtle tact of Union Mills, however, in expressing an awakened respect for their fortunate partner by addressing him, as if unconsciously, as "Mr.Ford" was at first discomposing, but even this was forgotten in their breathless excitement as they neared the base of the mountain.When they had crossed the creek the Right Bower stopped reflectively.
"You say you heard the slide come down before you left the cabin?"he said, turning to the Old Man.
"Yes; but I did not know then what it was.It was about an hour and a half after you left," was the reply.
"Then look here, boys," continued the Right Bower with superstitious exultation; "it was the SLIDE that tumbled into the creek, overflowed it, and helped US clear out the race!"It seemed so clear that Providence had taken the partners of the Lone Star directly in hand that they faced the toilsome ascent of the mountain with the assurance of conquerors.They paused only on the summit to allow the Old Man to lead the way to the slope that held their treasure.He advanced cautiously to the edge of the crumbling cliff, stopped, looked bewildered, advanced again, and then remained white and immovable.In an instant the Right Bower was at his side.
"Is anything the matter? Don't--don't look so, Old Man, for God's sake!"The Old Man pointed to the dull, smooth, black side of the mountain, without a crag, break, or protuberance, and said with ashen lips:--"It's gone!"
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And it was gone! A SECOND slide had taken place, stripping the flank of the mountain, and burying the treasure and the weak implement that had marked its side deep under a chaos of rock and debris at its base.
"Thank God!" The blank faces of his companions turned quickly to the Right Bower."Thank God!" he repeated, with his arm round the neck of the Old Man."Had he stayed behind he would have been buried too." He paused, and, pointing solemnly to the depths below, said, "And thank God for showing us where we may yet labor for it in hope and patience like honest men."The men silently bowed their heads and slowly descended the mountain.But when they had reached the plain one of them called out to the others to watch a star that seemed to be rising and moving towards them over the hushed and sleeping valley.
"It's only the stage coach, boys," said the Left Bower, smiling;"the coach that was to take us away."
In the security of their new-found fraternity they resolved to wait and see it pass.As it swept by with flash of light, beat of hoofs, and jingle of harness, the only real presence in the dreamy landscape, the driver shouted a hoarse greeting to the phantom partners, audible only to the Judge, who was nearest the vehicle.
"Did you hear--DID you hear what he said, boys?" he gasped, turning to his companions."No! Shake hands all round, boys! God bless you all, boys! To think we didn't know it all this while!""Know what?"
"Merry Christmas!"
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