Part 24 (2/2)

”Ha! you've got water there, I see,” cried Tom Collins, leaping off his horse, seizing a cup which stood on the ground full of clear water, and draining it eagerly.

”Stop!” cried the man, quickly.

”Why!” inquired Tom, smacking his lips.

The miner took the empty cup and gazed inquiringly into it.

”Humph! you've drunk it, every grain.”

”Drop, you mean,” suggested Tom, laughing at the man's expression; ”of course I have, and why not? There's plenty more of the same tap here.”

”Oh, I wouldn't mind the water,” replied the man, ”if ye had only left the gold-dust behind, but you've finished that too.”

”You _don't_ mean it!” gasped Tom, while the questions flashed across his mind--Is gold-dust poison? And if not, is it digestible? ”How--how much have I swallowed?”

”Only about two dollars--it don't signify,” answered the man, joining in the burst of laughter to which Ned and Tom gave way on this announcement.

”I'm afraid we must owe you the sum, then,” said Ned, recovering his composure, ”for we have only one dollar left, having been robbed last night; but as we mean to work in this neighbourhood, I dare say you will trust us.”

The man agreed to this, and having directed the travellers to the settlement of Weaver Creek, resumed his work, while they proceeded on their way. Tom's digestion did not suffer in consequence of his golden draught, and we may here remark, for the benefit of the curious, that he never afterwards experienced any evil effects from it. We may further add, that he did not forget to discharge the debt.

After half-an-hour's ride they came in sight of a few straggling diggers, from whom they learned that the settlement, or village, or town of Weaver Creek was about two miles further on, and in a quarter of an hour they reached it.

The spot on which it stood was wild and romantic, embosomed among lofty wooded hills, whose sides were indented by many a rich ravine, and seamed by many a brawling water-course. Here digging was, as the miners have it, in full blast. Pick, and shovel, and cradle, and long-tom, and prospecting-pan--all were being plied with the utmost energy and with unwearied perseverance. The whole valley was cut up and converted into a net-work of holes and mud-heaps, and the mountain slopes were covered with the cabins, huts, and canvas tents of the miners.

About the centre of the settlement, which was a very scattered one, stood a log-house or cabin, of somewhat larger dimensions than the generality of those around it. This was the grand hotel, restaurant, and gambling-house of the place, besides being the scene of the trials and executions that occasionally took place. Some such work was going forward when our travellers rode up, for the area in front of the hotel was covered with a large concourse of miners.

”I suspect they are about to try the poor wretches who attacked us last night,” said Ned, dismounting at the door of the house.

He had scarcely spoken, when a couple of men ran towards them.

”Here you are, strangers,” they cried, ”come along and bear witness agin' them blackguards; they're just about to be strung up. We'll look after your horses.”

The duty was a disagreeable one, but it could not be avoided, so Ned and Tom suffered themselves to be led into the centre of the ring where the three culprits were standing already pinioned, and with the ropes round their necks. For a short time silence was obtained while Ned stated the circ.u.mstances of the robbery, and also the facts regarding the murder of which Black Jim had been previously found guilty. Then there was a general shout of ”String 'em up!” ”Up wi' the varmints!” and such phrases; but a short respite was granted in consequence of Black Jim expressing a desire to speak with Ned Sinton.

”What have you to say to me?” inquired Ned, in a low tone, as he walked close up to the wretched man, who, although his minutes on earth were numbered, looked as if he were absolutely indifferent to his fate.

”I've only to say,” answered the culprit, sternly, ”that of all the people I leaves behind me in this world there's but one I wish I hadn't bin bad to, and that's Kate Morgan. You know something of her, though you've never seen her--I know that. Tell her I--no, tell her she'll find the gold I robbed her of at the foot o' the pine-tree behind the tent she's livin' in jist now. An' tell her that her little sister's not dead, though she don't believe me. I took the child to--”

”Come, come, ha' done wi' yer whisperin',” cried several of the bystanders, who were becoming impatient of delay.

”Have patience,” said Ned, raising his hand. ”The man is telling me something of importance.”

”I've done,” growled Black Jim, scowling on the crowd with a look of hate; ”I wish I hadn't said so much.”

The rope was tightened as he spoke, and Ned, turning abruptly on his heel, hurried away with his friend from the spot just as the three robbers were run up and suspended from the branch of the tree, beneath and around which the crowd stood.

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