Part 5 (2/2)
”You bet,” Joe said briefly.
”How much is it?” d.i.c.k asked.
”Each of them bags weighs about fifty pounds, d.i.c.k.”
d.i.c.k looked incredulous, and stooped to pick up one of the bags, and was astonished at its weight.
”Fifty pounds if it weighs an ounce, and there are eight of them--four hundred pounds of gold; think of that, lad; that is pretty nigh eighty pounds apiece. I aint good at reckoning, but put it rough at two hundred and fifty dollars a pound, that is somewhere like two hundred thousand dollars each.”
”Forty thousand pounds!” d.i.c.k exclaimed; ”it does not seem possible.”
”We aint got it to the settlements yet,” Zeke said quietly; ”them chaps had it, and they lost it. Don't let us figure it up much till we get beyond the sound of the Apache war-whoop.”
”Well, I will go on watch at the mouth,” d.i.c.k said, ”and then you can talk things over together.”
”Do, d.i.c.k; there is a lot more to look after than there was before, and it makes one feel one can't be too careful. Anyhow we won't stay a day longer in this place. We will be off to-night.”
d.i.c.k went nearly down to the mouth of the narrow gorge. He had expected they would find a treasure, and although this far exceeded his antic.i.p.ations, he did not feel the excitement the men had shown at the discovery of the treasure. He sat down on a rock, and amused himself with the thought of the wonder there would be at home. Suddenly he heard the sound of a horse's hoof, and grasping his rifle, stooped down behind a fallen rock. A moment later a mounted Indian dashed past the mouth of the rift. He was scarce twenty yards away, but d.i.c.k noticed the eagle feathers of his head-dress, the rifle slung across his shoulder, and the leggings decorated with tufts of hair. It was but a moment, and then he was gone. d.i.c.k waited a minute or two, and then ran in to tell the miners. They uttered an exclamation of alarm.
”He went right on,” d.i.c.k said. ”He didn't check the speed of his horse or glance my way.”
”That is no sign,” Zeke said. ”The chances are that fellow has happened on our trail maybe a mile, maybe fifty, back and he has just been following it. Why should he be riding so close to the cliffs if he was not tracking us?”
”But he didn't look in,” d.i.c.k persisted.
”He warn't such a fool, lad. He knew well enough that if he glanced round, and there was anyone on watch there, he would have a bullet through him sartin.”
”What shall we do? Shall we saddle up at once, Dave?” Boston Joe asked.
”We may as well pack the horses anyhow, Boston, but we can't go till it is dark. If a party like ours were to show up there, they would see us from the village sure. Do you run up, d.i.c.k, and keep a lookout with Tom at the village. You can crawl along, if you like, nearer to the edge, and make out if that fellow is riding there. If you see him go there come down with the news, and tell Tom to hurry down as quick as he can if he sees a party setting out. We will have the horses saddled up by the time you are down again.”
Chapter XII.--Retreat.
d.i.c.k sprang up the hill, and, as soon as he joined Tom, astonished him with the account of the discovery of the treasure collected by the other party, and also by the news that it was probable that the Indians would be speedily upon them. All this he told him as he was crawling forward towards the edge of the cliff.
”There he goes!” he exclaimed, when they neared it. ”Do you see him going up the slope toward the village? How clear the air is. Dave says it is six miles there if it is a foot; it does not look more than one.
”Well, I must go and tell them below. Mind, Tom, the moment you see a party issue out from there you crawl back to the path, and then hurry down as quick as you can, but mind you don't tumble in your haste.”
”That settles it,” Dave said, when he heard the news. ”If he had been going to that village he would have made for it straight, and not come along under the cliffs until he was opposite to it. No; we have got to fight, that's sartin.”
”If we were to mount that path at once, Dave, we could keep them from climbing up if there were hundreds of them.”
”That is so, lad, but we could not stay there forever, and might be took in the rear by another party. Besides, as soon as they find out that we have left--they will do that pretty soon--they will be straight after us. No, we have been talking it over while you have been away, and we have agreed that we must hold the Canyon until it gets dark, and then make off. No doubt they know of this path, but they won't think as we have found it out, and they will fancy that they have got us sure. Like enough, as soon as they find we are ready for them here, they will send a messenger off to some village up behind us. There is one thing, he will have a good way to go for we have seen no break in the cliffs for the last twenty miles, and maybe they go much farther; anyhow, we have got to risk it.”
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