Part 35 (1/2)

”You did quite right,” returned Ned. ”What a pity I missed seeing Bill Jones at Sacramento; but the city has grown so much, and become so populous, in a few months, that two friends might spend a week in it, unknown to each other, without chancing to meet. And now as to the gold. Have you been successful since I left?”

”Ay,” broke in Larry, ”that have we. It's a great country intirely for men whose bones and muscles are made o' iron. We've dug forty thousand dollars--eight thousand pounds--out o' that same hole in the tint; forby sprainin' the ankles, and well-nigh breakin' the legs, o' eight or tin miners. It's sorry I'll be to lave it. But, afther all, it's a sickly place, so I'm contint to go.”

”By the way, Larry, that reminds me I met a friend o' yours at the other end of the settlement.”

”I belave ye,” answered Larry; ”ivery man in the Creek's my fri'nd.

They'd die for me, they would, av I only axed them.”

”Ay, but a particular friend, named Kate, who--”

”Och! ye don't mane it!” cried the Irishman, starting up with an anxious look. ”Sure they lived up in the dark glen there; and they wint off wan fine day, an' I've niver been able to hear o' them since.”

”They are not very far off,” continued Ned, detailing his interview with the brother and sister, and expressing a conviction that the former could not now be in life.

”I'll go down to-night,” said Larry, drawing on his heavy boots.

”You'd better wait till to-morrow,” suggested the captain. ”The poor thing will be in no humour to see any one to-night, and we can make a halt near the hut for an hour or so.”

Larry, with some reluctance, agreed to this delay, and the rest of the evening was spent by the little party in making preparations for a start on the following day; but difficulties arose in the way of settling with the purchasers of their claims, so that another day pa.s.sed ere they got fairly off on their journey towards Sacramento.

On reaching the mouth of the Little Creek, Larry O'Neil galloped ahead of his companions, and turned aside at the little hut, the locality of which Sinton had described to him minutely. Springing off his horse, he threw the reins over a bush and crossed the threshold. It is easier to conceive than to describe his amazement and consternation on finding the place empty. Das.h.i.+ng out, he vaulted into the saddle, and almost galloped through the doorway of the nearest hut in his anxiety to learn what had become of his friends.

”Halloo! stranger,” shouted a voice from within, ”no thoroughfare this way; an' I wouldn't advise ye for to go an' try for to make one.”

”Ho! countryman, where's the sick Irishman and his sister gone, that lived close to ye here?”

”Wall, I ain't a countryman o' yourn, I guess; but I can answer a civil question. They're gone. The man's dead, an' the gal took him away in a cart day b'fore yisterday.”

”Gone! took him away in a cart!” echoed Larry, while he looked aghast at the man. ”Are ye sure?”

”Wall, I couldn't be surer. I made the coffin for 'em, and helped to lift it into the cart.”

”But where have they gone to?”

”To Sacramento, I guess. I advised her not to go, but she mumbled something about not havin' him buried in sich a wild place, an' layin'

him in a churchyard; so I gave her the loan o' fifty dollars--it was all I could spare--for she hadn't a rap. She borrowed the horse and cart from a countryman, who was goin' to Sacramento at any rate.”

”You're a trump, you are!” cried Larry, with energy; ”give us your hand, me boy! Ah! thin yer parents were Irish, I'll be bound; now, here's your fifty dollars back again, with compound interest to boot--though I don't know exactly what that is--”

”I didn't ax ye for the fifty dollars,” said the man, somewhat angrily.

”Who are you that offers 'em!”

”I'm her--her--friend,” answered Larry, in some confusion; ”her intimate friend; I might almost say a sort o' distant relation--only not quite that.”

”Wall, if that's all, I guess I'm as much a friend as you,” said the man, re-entering his cabin, and shutting the door with a bang.

Larry sighed, dropped the fifty dollars into his leather purse, and galloped away.

The journey down to Sacramento, owing to the flooded state of the country, was not an easy one. It took the party several days' hard riding to accomplish it, and during all that time Larry kept a vigilant look-out for Kate Morgan and the cart, but neither of them did he see.