The Camp in the Foot-Hills; or, Oscar on Horseback — John Shaqi
The Camp in the Foot-Hills; or, Oscar on HorsebackCastlemon, Harry
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The Camp in the Foot-Hills; or, Oscar on Horseback
Castlemon, Harry
Hunting -- Juvenile fiction; West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction
“Another reason why I can’t agree to your proposal is that I am working
on a salary, and I am in duty bound to do the best I can for those who
employ me,” said he. “What could you and I accomplish by roaming about
among the hills without an experienced hunter to show us where the game
is? You would catch no wolves, and I should find no specimens.”
“Yes, we would, for game of all kinds is so abundant that we couldn’t
run amiss of it,” answered Tom.
Without stopping to argue this point, Oscar continued:
“There is still another reason. I am only on probation now, and unless I
can show that committee that I am a hunter as well as a taxidermist, I
shall have to step aside and give place to somebody else. You can see
for yourself that it is to my interest to do the best I can at the
start.”
“You seem to be full of excuses, but you needn’t offer any more,” said
Tom, with suppressed rage. “If you don’t want to agree to my proposal,
say it in so many words.”
“I don’t want to agree to your proposal,” returned Oscar. “I can’t.”
“You were ready enough to help Leon, who is nothing to you, and who did
his best to injure you in every possible way while you lived in Eaton!”
sneered Tom; “but when your brother asks you for a lift, you refuse to
raise a finger. Lend me a hundred dollars to buy an outfit with. Can you
do that?”
“No, I can’t. I haven’t got the money.”
“There! What did I tell you?” Tom almost shouted. “A little while ago
you said you had a thousand dollars.”
“But it doesn’t belong to me. I have to use it in paying my expenses.”
“And Leon’s too!” exclaimed Tom. “You must have paid his stage and
railroad fare out of that fund.”
“I did; but I shall have to replace it out of my own pocket.”
“You couldn’t lend me a hundred dollars, and replace it in the same way,
I suppose?”
“No, I could not, for two reasons: In the first place, that mortgage
must be paid, so that mother can be sure of a home of her own; and in
the next, I don’t know how much money I shall need this winter. I must
feed my guide as well as myself, and when we come back to the fort I
must pay him cash in hand for his services. Then I have a pony, mule,
and wagon to buy, and it will cost a snug sum to transport myself and
the specimens I hope to procure to Eaton. Wouldn’t I be in a pretty fix
if I should find my money was running short?”
“You could draw on that committee for more, couldn’t you?”
“No, I couldn’t. That wasn’t in the bargain.”
“What’s the odds? Take the risk. Tell them that you were robbed, or that
your expenses were a little heavier than you thought they would be.”
“I’ll not tell a lie to please anybody,” said Oscar indignantly.
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