Part 42 (2/2)
”How was that, Carroll?” enquired Sinclair.
”Well, he tuk one gulch and I tuk the other, and he got through before me, and the next day we came home; and that's the truth of it, so help me.”
”Then you were never separated from each other except for that one day?”
”That's true.” There was no mistaking the sincerity and honesty of Carroll's manner.
”Any further questions to ask, gentlemen?”
”How long did you stop at Mr. Macgregor's camp when you was pa.s.sing by?” asked Ike.
”Don't be so blanked smart, Ike!” said Carroll, in savage scorn. ”I'm telling you that I didn't stop a fut. We saw their camp and their ponies and we went sthraight past.”
”Didn't stop to light your pipe or nothing?” enquired Ike.
”Blank your blank ugly mug!” roared Carroll, ”do you mean to say,--”
”Oh, nothing,” said Ike quietly. ”Just wanted to know how long you stopped?”
”And I am tellin' you we didn't sthop atall, atall, not a fut of us! We didn't go near their camp within fifty yard.”
”Not fifty yards, eh? Well, that's strange.”
Carroll poured out a volley of oaths.
”You're sure about that fifty yards, Carroll?” asked Ike, in insinuating tones.
”I didn't pace it, you blanked fool! but I'll swear it wasn't more than thirty.”
”You're dead sure about that thirty yards, Carroll?” persisted Ike.
”I am that, and if you want to say anything more come outside!” said Carroll, glaring wildly at his interlocutor.
”Oh, thanks, I'm comfortable,” said Ike mildly, as he, sat lack in his chair. ”Hope you are the same.”
”That will do, Carroll,” said Sinclair. ”I am sure we all feel much obliged to you for your straightforward answers. If we want you again we'll send for you.”
”And I'll come,” said Carroll, with another oath, pa.s.sing out of the room.
”Now,” said Sinclair, ”we'll have Crawley.”
In a few moments Crawley came in, smiling and self-confident, with plenty of nerve, an abundance of wit, and a most ingenuous manner. He met the chairman's questions with ready a.s.surance and corroborated the story told by Carroll. He would frankly acknowledge that he had heard about the Lost River. Indeed, he had been more or less interested in it for some years and, though he did not take much stock in the doctor's word, still he declared that his own interests and the interests of Miss Mowbray, and indeed of all concerned, demanded that the thing was worth looking into. They visited the locality indicated by the doctor; they spent a week in exploration, but could find no trace of such a valuable mine as the doctor had described; and they had come away not very much disappointed; they had hardly expected any other result. They had seen Mr. Macgregor's camp, but they had not approached it; they pa.s.sed by at some distance, leaving everything undisturbed.
”You camped that night near the Old Prospector's grave?” asked Sinclair.
”Yes.”
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