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"Nor I jest now, but we'll figure the thing out to-night at your house.
Joe an' me will be there after supper. Don't tell anyone except your mother, 'nd when you boys are rich I speak for the job of breaker boss."
Then Bill and Joe, hardly less excited than their younger companions, resumed the interrupted labor, and the amateur prospectors went to tell the wonderful news to Mrs. Byram.
Fred's mother was not as elated as the boys thought the occasion demanded, but when the miners arrived, and appeared to be so sanguine that the discovery would be of great pecuniary benefit to those who made it she became greatly interested.
The main question was how to raise the necessary money with which to purchase the land, and this had not been answered when the party broke up at a late hour.
"We'll figger it out somehow," Bill said as the visitors arose to depart. "It's been sprung so sudden like that we haven't had time. Joe an' me will learn who owns the land first, an' then some of us'll get a bright idee."
With these cheering words the meeting was adjourned, and Sam and Fred went to bed to dream of becoming millionaires through the accident which befell the latter as he fell over the spur of coal.
Next morning, however, they awoke to the fact that the day's provisions depended upon their labors in the store, and as this was also the first step toward earning sufficient money with which to buy the land, both were on hand at an unusually early hour.
"I want you to go over to Blacktown bank," Mr. Wright said to Sam when he entered the building. "The train leaves in half an hour, and since you can return by the same conveyance there is no reason why I should give two boys a holiday, as I did yesterday."
"I will be ready in time, sir," Sam replied, and Fred whispered:
"Why not walk home, and see if anybody has been fooling around the spur we found."
"That's jest what I'll do, providin' it is possible to get back before the train is due. There can't be any kickin' if I'm here an hour or two ahead of time."
A package of papers and a bank book was given to Sam by the cas.h.i.+er, who said, warningly:
"Here are two thousand dollars in checks, and you are to bring back eight hundred dollars in change. Be careful what you do, and come home on the first train after the business has been done."
"I don't reckon any one would kick if I walked instead of waitin' until afternoon for the cars," Sam said as he took the doc.u.ments.
"It isn't very safe to come across the mountains with so much cash; but I don't suppose there is any danger," the man replied, and Sam glanced meaningly at Fred as he left the building.
"I wish I hadn't said anything to him about looking at the vein," Fred muttered to himself as his companion disappeared from view. "It would be better if he came directly back without thinking of what will never bring us in a cent of money."
It was too late now, however, to regret the words which had been spoken, and Fred found plenty with which to busy himself during the remainder of the day.
At noon a telegram came for Mr. Wright, and in response to what was probably an imperative summons, he started for the city on the next train; the one on which Sam would have returned had he not determined to walk across the mountain.
An hour pa.s.sed, and yet the messenger was absent.
"That boy has had time to travel twice the distance from Blacktown here," the cas.h.i.+er said impatiently to Fred, and the latter could make no reply, but he in turn was growing very anxious.
"How would it do for me to go and meet him?" he asked finally.
"That is foolish talk," was the petulant reply. "If he doesn't come soon it will be best to send a sheriff's officer."
This remark was well calculated to make Fred yet more nervous. Not for a moment did he believe Sam would do anything dishonest, and yet he should have been back, even in case he had walked home, several hours before.
It was after sunset when the messenger finally made his appearance, and Fred was about to greet him with words of jest, but the expression on Sam's face caused him decided alarm.
"What is the matter?" he asked, anxiously.
"I have been robbed," was the reply, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper.
"How?"
"I don't know. Coming across the mountain I laid down on the land we wanted to buy, an' I fell asleep. When I awakened the money was gone, an' that is all I know about it."
"Money gone, eh?" the bookkeeper cried. "What did you want to buy land for?"
"That has nothing to do with the loss of the cash," Sam replied as he looked the man full in the face. "I lost the package which was given me at the bank, and have been hunting for it since noon."
"It will make considerable difference, as you'll find out before this thing is cleared up," and the cas.h.i.+er moved toward the door as if to prevent the boy from leaving the building. "Why not tell the truth, and say you stole the money?"
"Because I didn't do anything of the kind."
"Tell that to the marines, for you can't make me believe it. Thieves don't loaf around the mountain."
"They must have done so in this case, for I walked nearly back to Blacktown, and should have found the package if it had fallen from my pocket."
"Then where is it?"
"I don't know."
"Fred, go for a constable."
The cas.h.i.+er yet remained by the door, and now he held it open a few inches that his order might be obeyed.
"Please don't do a thing like that," Fred cried, while Sam stood near the desk pale as death, but every action breathing defiance.
"Do you think I'll let a boy steal eight hundred dollars, and do nothing toward recovering it?"
"Wait until Mr. Wright comes back and see what he thinks."
"And in the meantime he or his accomplice will have had plenty of time in which to carry the cash beyond our reach."
"But I am sure that what he tells is the truth."
"I don't believe a word of it. Such a thing never happened before, and the thief sha'nt go free now if I can prevent it."
Fred was about to plead yet further for his friend, but the cas.h.i.+er checked him by saying:
"Another word in his behalf and I shall believe you know something of this very mysterious robbery. Will you go for the constable?"
"No, I won't move a step from this place until Mr. Wright comes back."
This show of friends.h.i.+p was not sufficient to save Sam from the ignominy of an arrest. The cas.h.i.+er had hardly ceased speaking when one of the miners made an attempt to enter the store, and the angry official sent him for the guardian of the peace.
"You'll have a chance to go back to Blacktown, and it may be that you will find the money on the way," he said, in a tone of irony.
Sam made no reply. Silent and motionless he awaited the coming of the officer.