As a special mark of distinction to Vance, Gibbons invited him to a seat
on the top of the stage. As they were whirled away from the beautiful
little village of Gold Bluff, the sun was beginning to gild with gold
the eastern hills. Vance felt it was a sight never to be forgotten. The
evening before starting he was at the Bonifields. [106] When Louise said
good-bye, with the sweet truthfulness of youth, and assured him that she
would be lonely when he was gone, he felt like declaring then and there,
he would stay forever if she would but make the request. She gave Vance
a letter of introduction to her sister Virginia, whom Vance promised to
call upon as soon as possible after reaching Waterville.
Steve Gibbons was in his element on top of the stage coach.
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He chatted away in a vivacious manner, recounting various reminiscences
of the different mountain gorges, here and there, where fine specimens
of float rock had been discovered at different times. Again he would
tell of some thrilling adventure with the Indians, and marvelous
hair-breadth escapes. Gibbons invariably figured in these narratives as
one of the principal characters. Presently he said:
“I don’t reckon you met Grim, did you?”
“Rufus Grim?” said Vance; “yes, I had the pleasure of meeting him
only a few days ago.”
“I ‘spect,” said Gibbons, “that Rufus Grim is the biggest
scoundrel unhung in these diggins. He thinks he’s mighty pert, but
Hank Casey and me ‘ll teach him afore long that other people can be a
mighty sight perter than what he is. The only hearty, overgrown regret
that I’ve never been able to get rid of is that I didn’t twist his
neck ten years ago.”
“What grievance have you,” asked Vance, “against Mr. Grim? One
would naturally suppose the owner of the richest mine in the Fish River
Mining District would be respected instead of disliked.” [107] Steve
Gibbons pushed his sombrero back from his forehead, as if to relieve his
pent up feelings, swung his long whip twice around his head, and made
the welkin ring as he cracked it over the backs of his dappled leaders.
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