American fiction -- 20th century; Gold mines and mining -- Fiction; Western stories
"A few more days and nights like this," he grumbled, "would be enough
to kill a pair of Esquimos! We've got to find us some sort of half-way
decent shelter for another night, and we've got to arrange to take a
holiday and rest up."
It was all that she could do to keep her teeth from chattering by
shutting them hard together; her only answer was a shivery sigh. She
could scarcely make him out, where he trod back and forth, the darkness
held so thick. She began to think so longingly of a fire that in
comparison with its cheer and warmth she felt that possible discovery
by Taggart would be a small misfortune. She could almost welcome being
put under arrest; taken back to Big Pine and jail; given a bed and
covers and one long sleep.
"Awake?" queried Deveril.
She nodded, as though he could see her nod through the dark. Then, with
an effort, she said an uncertain: "Y-e-s."
"I'll tell you," he said presently, coming close to her and looking
down upon the blot in the darkness which her huddled figure made at
the base of the pine. "Taggart will be on his way soon; he'll hardly
wait for day. He'll go the straightest, quickest way to the Big Bear
country. That means he'll steer on straight into Buck Valley. If you
and I went that way, we'd have him and his crowd at our heels all day,
and never know how close they were; and I, for one, am damned sick of
that _feeling_ that somebody's creeping up on us all the time! So we
swerve out from the direct way as soon as we start; we curve off to
the north for a couple of miles; then we make a bend around toward the
upper end of what I fancy must be the Grub Stake Cañon Joe is headed
for. That way we'll always have two or three miles between our trail
and theirs; at times we'll be five or six miles off to the side. That
means, of course, that they're pretty sure to get to Joe's diggings
ahead of us; not over half a day at that. For we're well ahead of them
now. And, in any case, you can bet the last sardine we've got that
they'll be a day or two just poking around, prospecting and trying to
make sure of what they've grabbed off.... Agreed, pardner?"
"Yes. I could even start now, just to get those few miles between our
trail and theirs. Then, when the sun was up and it was warm, we could
have a rest and an hour's sleep."
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