"Mine?
Have we lived out of eyeshot of the most remarkable mine in the United
States and Canada at any time we smoked the trail?"
"No," says I, "that's so; but, Ag, you ain't goin' to push for that red
cross out in the middle of hell's ash-heap, are you?"
"Only a little ways," says he; "it's time we left this anti-money trust
behind us, and I always like to leave dramatically, if it's only to
give the sheriff a run."
"More fast-footin' in this?"
"'Nary, but we shall meet some of our fellow-townsmen on the river
to-morrow--all men who haven't done us a bit of good--and then we'll
flap our gliders to a gladder land."
"But that ten dollars----"
"Look here. Let's _again_ settle this money question once for all. Am
I the financial expert for this party?"
"You be."
"Selah," says Ag. "And unlike the corporations in the effete East,
where a high collar marks the gentleman, we mix amusement with our
lives?"
"Sure," says I.
"Well, then," says Aggy, speaking with the frankness and affection of
one or more friends to another, "I ask you to swallow your tongue and
watch events."
"Keno," says I. "Produce your events."
So the next day we hooted it out toward the southeast, packin' grub
only, and I never says a word.
Bimeby we see a lot of people comin' a horseback, on board waggons, and
runnin' afoot.
"Each man with a map," says Ag. "Look at 'em dodge, Hy.
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