“Why, I smoked before I was three foot high, I was goin' to say. I couldn't get along without smokin'.” “Nor I without reading.” “Well, folks will have their different tastes, I allow. I reckon I'll be goin' back.” “Shan't you bury him?” asked Herbert, with a glance at the dead Indian. “No; he wouldn't have buried me.” “But you won't leave him here? If you'll bury him, I'll help you.” “Not now, boy. Since you make a point of it, I'll come round to-morrow, and dig a hole to put him in. I'll take the liberty of carryin' home his shootin' iron. He won't need it where he's gone.” The two parted in a friendly manner, and Herbert turned his face homeward, grave and thoughtful. CHAPTER XXXII. THE BLAZING STAR MINE. Toward noon the next day George Melville and Herbert were resting from a country trip, sitting on a rude wooden settee which our hero had made of some superfluous boards, and placed directly in front of the house, when a figure was seen approaching with long strides from the shadow of the neighboring woods. It was not until he was close at hand that Herbert espied him. “Why, it's Mr. Holden!” he exclaimed. “Jack Holden, my lad,” said the hunter, correcting him. “Is this the man you're living with?” Jack Holden was unconventional, and had been brought up in a rude school so far as manners were concerned. It did not occur to him that his question might have been better framed. “I am Mr. Melville,” answered that gentleman, seeing that Herbert looked embarrassed. “Herbert is my constant and valued companion.” “He's a trump, that boy!” continued Holden. “Why, if it hadn't been for him, there'd been an end of Jack Holden yesterday.” “Herbert told me about it. It was indeed a tragic affair. The sacrifice of life is deplorable, but seemed to have been necessary, unless, indeed, you could have disabled him.” “Disabled him!” echoed the hunter. “That wouldn't have answered by a long shot. As soon as the reptile got well he'd have been on my trail ag'in. No, sir; it was my life or his, and I don't complain of the way things turned out.” “Have you buried him?” asked Herbert. “Yes, I've shoved him under, and it's better than he deserved, the sneakin' rascal. I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Mr. Melville. Didn't know I had changed neighbors till the boy there told me yesterday. I've tramped over this mornin' to give you a call.” “You are very kind, Mr. Holden. Sit down here beside us.” “I'm more at home here,” answered Holden, stretching himself on the ground, and laying his gun beside him. “How do you like Colorado?” “Very much, as far as I have seen it,” said Melville. “Herbert probably told you my object, in coming here?” “He said you were ailin' some way.” “Yes, my lungs are weak. Since I have been here, I am feeling better and stronger, however.” “There don't seem to be anything the matter with the boy.” “Nothing but a healthy appetite,” answered Herbert, smiling.