Part 30 (1/2)

”Don't smoke? That is, you don't smoke cigars. May I offer you a cigarette?”

”I don't smoke at all, colonel.”

”Indeed, remarkable! Why, sir, before I was your age I smoked.”

”Do you think it good for consumption?” asked Herbert.

”Ha, ha, you have me there! Well, perhaps not. Do you know,” said the colonel, changing the conversation, ”I feel a great interest in your friend.”

”You are very kind.”

”'Upon my soul, I do. He is a most interesting young man. Rich, too! I am glad he is rich!”

”He would value health more than money,” said Herbert.

”To be sure, to be sure! By the way, you don't know how much property your friend has?”

”No, sir, he never told me,” answered Herbert, surprised at the question.

”Keeps such matters close, eh? Now, I don't. I never hesitate to own up to a quarter of a million. Yes, quarter of a million! That's the size of my pile.”

”You are fortunate, Col. Warner,” said Herbert, sincerely.

”So I am, so I am! Two years hence I shall have half a million, if all goes well. So you won't have a cigar; no? Well, I'll see you later.”

”He's a strange man,” thought Herbert. ”I wonder if his statements can be relied upon.” Somehow Herbert doubted it. He was beginning to distrust the colonel.

CHAPTER XXII. A MOUNTAIN STAGE.

We pa.s.s over several days, and change the scene. We left Herbert and Melville in the Palmer House in Chicago, surrounded by stately edifices and surging crowds. Now everything is changed. They are in a mountainous district, where a man might ride twenty miles without seeing a house.

They are, in fact, within the limits of what was then known as the Territory of Colorado. It is not generally known that Colorado contains over a hundred mountain summits over ten thousand feet above the sea level. It is perhaps on account of the general elevation that it is recommended by physicians as a good health resort for all who are troubled with lung complaints.

At the time of which I speak most of the traveling was done by stage.

Now railroads unite the different portions with links of steel, and make traveling less c.u.mbersome and laborious. There was one of the party, however, who did not complain, but rather enjoyed the jolting of the lumbering stage-coach.

Col. Warner was of the party. He professed to feel an extraordinary interest in George Melville, and was anxious to show him the country where he had himself regained his health.

”Lonely, sir!” repeated the colonel, in answer to a remark of George Melville. ”Why, sir, it's a populous city compared with what it was in '55, when I was out here. I built myself a cabin in the woods, and once for twelve months I didn't see a white face.”

”Were there many Indians, Colonel?” asked Herbert.

”Indians? I should say so. Only twenty miles from my cabin was an Indian village.”

”Did they trouble you any?” asked Herbert, curiously.

”Well, they tried to,” answered the colonel. ”One night as I lay awake I heard stealthy steps outside, and peeping through a crevice between the logs just above the head of my bed--by the way, my bed was the skin of a bear I had myself killed--I could see a string of Utes preparing to besiege me.”

”Were you afraid?” asked Herbert, a little mischievously, for he knew pretty well what the colonel would say.