Gold mines and mining -- Fiction; Nevada -- Fiction; Western stories
He pulled shovel and pick from under a ridge of washed gravel and
began artfully filling the cut so that it looked as if the dirt had
caved in on the side where the vein had been exposed. There was
nothing crude in Bill's work. When he had finished, a stranger would
have sworn that the earth, gravel and rocks had rattled down from
above. Doris kept watch for him, and mourned openly because all that
beautiful ore must be buried out of sight. It seemed to her almost a
sacrilege.
"That's all right," Bill comforted her, standing with his arm around
her shoulders while he contemplated his camouflage. "It can't run away
or spoil, you know. That vein would be enough to tempt any man whose
honesty didn't reach to the middle of his bones. Now you go on up the
gulch while I brush out our tracks around this cut. There's a little
vein up in the next location hole that's just a stringer--but it's
fairly rich, and will do to show. We'll go up there, and I'll do a
little digging and get some samples. And then, if you want me to put
it up to the government men, Doris, I'll do it. But I'll do it on the
strength of what shows up in Parowan Number Two--and we'll just keep
this Number One vein a secret between us. Shall we?"
"Yes-s, if you let me tell daddy and mother," Doris assented. "I don't
believe I could keep it a secret from them, Bill."
"We'll tell them, sure. I'll leave Tommy in charge of camp and go over
with you to the ranch. I'd like to ask your dad what he thinks of it
before I talk to the government men."
"Well, I think that's a good plan. They'll all believe, of course,
that you're going over to see about that water tunnel. You can't
afford to dig tunnels for dad, _now_----" she gave his arm an ecstatic
squeeze "----but they won't know that. Oh, I think it's just dandy to
have to be secret about it!"
"Anyway, it's a darn sight safer," Bill told her laconically, and led
the way to Number Two.
CHAPTER NINE
A "HINT" FROM DORIS
A short cut from Number Two claim led them straight over a low ridge
to camp. Not only did this trail shorten the distance considerably; it
also avoided altogether the gulch and Parowan Number One--with its
secret.
Al Freeman was seen pottering around the camp by the junipers.
Evidently the truce still held, for Tommy had finished his
blacksmithing and was setting the camp to rights, mumbling
unintelligibly over his work.
Bill's plans had taken definite form, which means that he had
half-unconsciously conceded every point brought forth by Doris, who
was accustomed to having her say about things on the ranch. In one
particular only had Bill stood firm. He would not take the experts
into his confidence until he had talked with Don Hunter. To this Doris
readily assented, feeling fairly certain that her dad would advise
whatever Doris herself wanted. Bill reluctantly left the girl's side
and joined Tommy over by the forge.
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