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e sand of the creek they found 〃colors〃 strong enough to make it seem worth while to stop herefor awhile； at least。
They cleaned out the cabin and took possession of it； and the next time they went to town Cash made cautious inquiries about the place。 It was； he learned； an old abandoned claim。 Abandoned chiefly because the old miner who had lived there died one day； and left behind him all the marks of having died from starvation； mostly。 A cursory examination of his few belongings had revealed much want； but no gold save a little coarse dust in a small bottle。
〃About enough to fill a rifle ca'tridge；〃 detailed the teller of the tale。 〃He'd pecked around that draw for two； three year mebby。 Never showed no gold much； for all the time he spent there。 Trapped some in wintercoyotes and bobcats and skunks； mostly。 Kinda off in the upper story； old Nelson was。 I guess he just stayed there because he happened to light there and didn't have gumption enough to git out。 Hills is full of old fellers like him。 They live off to the'rselves； and peck around and git a pocket now and then that keeps 'm in grub and tobacco。 If you want to use the cabin； I guess nobody's goin' to care。 Nelson never had any folks； that anybody knows of。 Nobody ever bothered about takin' up the claim after he cashed in； either。 Didn't seem worth nothin' much。 Went back to the gov'ment。〃
〃Trapped； you say。 Any game around there now？〃
〃Oh； shore！ Game everywhere in these hills； from weasels up to bear and mountain lion。 If you want to trap； that's as good a place as any； I guess。〃
So Cash and Bud sold the burros and bought traps and more supplies； and two window sashes and a crosscut saw and some wedges and a double…bitted axe； and settled down in Nelson Flat to find what old Dame Fortune had tucked away in this little side pocket and forgotten。
CHAPTER NINE。 THE BITE OF MEMORY
The heavy boom of a dynamite blast rolled across the fiat to the hills that flung it back in a tardy echo like a spent ball of sound。 A blob of blue smoke curled out of a hole the size of a hogshead in a steep bank overhung with alders。 Outside； the wind caught the smoke and carried streamers of it away to play with。 A startled bluejay； on a limb high up on the bank； lifted his slaty crest and teetered forward； clinging with his toe nails to the branch while he scolded down at the men who had scared him so。 A rattle of clods and small rocks fell from their high flight into the sweet air of a mountain sunset。
〃Good execution； that was；〃 Cash remarked； craning his neck toward the hole。 〃If you're a mind to go on ahead and cook supper； I'll stay and see if we opened up anything。 Or you can stay； just as you please。〃
Dynamite smoke invariably made Bud's head ache splittingly。 Cash was not so susceptible。 Bud chose the cooking； and went away down the flat； the bluejay screaming insults after him。 He was frying bacon when Cash came in； a hatful of broken rock riding in the hollow of his arm。
〃Got something pretty good here； Budif she don't turn out like that dang Burro Lode ledge。 Look here。 Best looking quartz we've struck yet。 What do you think of it？〃
He dumped the rock out on the oilcloth behind the sugar can and directly under the little square window through which the sun was pouring a lavish yellow flood of light before it dropped behind the peak。 Bud set the bacon back where it would not burn； and bent over the table to look。
〃Gee； but it's heavy！〃 he cried； picking up a fragment the size of an egg； and balancing it in his hands。 〃I don't know a lot about gold…bearing quartz； but she looks good to me； all right。〃
〃Yeah。 It is good； unless I'm badly mistaken。 I'll test some after supper。 Old Nelson couldn't have used powder at all； or he'd have uncovered enough of this； I should think； to show the rest what he had。 Or maybe he died just when he had started that hole。 Seems queer he never struck pay dirt in this flat。 Well； let's eat if it's ready； Bud。 Then we'll see。〃
〃Seems kinda queer； don't it； Cash； that nobody stepped in and filed on any claims here？〃 Bud dumped half a kettle of boiled beans into a basin and set it on the table。 〃Want any prunes to… night； Cash？〃
Cash did not want prunes； which was just as well； seeing there were none cooked。 He sat down and ate； with his mind and his eyes clinging to the grayish； veined fragments of rock lying on the table beside his plate。
〃We'll send some of that down to Sacramento right away；〃 he observed； 〃and have it assayed。 And we won't let out anything about it； Budgood or bad。 I like this flat。 I don't want it mucked over with a lot of gold…crazy lunatics。〃
Bud laughed and reached for the bacon。 〃We ain't been followed up with stampedes so far；〃 he pointed out。 〃Burro Lode never caused a ripple in the Bend； you recollect。 And I'll tell a sinful world it looked awful good； too。〃
〃Yeah。 Well； Arizona's hard to excite。 They've had so dang much strenuosity all their lives； and then the climate's against violent effort； either mental or physical。 I was calm； perfectly calm when I discovered that big ledge。 It is just as well seeing how it petered out。〃
〃What'll you bet this pans out the same？〃 〃I never bet。 No one but a fool will gamble。〃 Cash pressed his lips together in a way that drove the color from there。
〃Oh； yuh don't！ Say； you're the king bee of all gamblers。 Been prospecting for fifteen years； according to youand then you've got the nerve to say you don't gamble！〃
Cash ignored the charge。 He picked up a piece of rock and held it to the fading light。 〃It looks good；〃 he said again。 〃Better than that placer ground down by the creek。 That's all right； too。 We can wash enough gold there to keep us going while we develop this。 That is； if this proves as good as it looks。〃
Bud looked across at him enigmatically。 〃Well； here's hoping she's worth a million。 You go ahead with your tests； Cash。 I'll wash the dishes。〃
〃Of course；〃 Cash began to conserve his enthusiasm； 〃there's nothing so sure as an assay。 And it was too dark in the hole to see how much was uncovered。 This may be just a freak deposit。 There may not be any real vein of it。 You can't tell until it's developed further。 But it looks good。 Awful good。〃
His makeshift tests confirmed his opinion。 Bud started out next day with three different samples for the assayer； and an air castle or two to keep him company。 He would like to find himself half owner of a mine worth about a million； he mused。 Maybe Marie would wish then that she had thought twice about quitting him just on her mother's say…so。 He'd like to go buzzing into San Jose behind the wheel of a car like the one Foster had fooled him into stealing。 And meet Marie； and her mother too； and let them get an eyeful。 He guessed the old lady would have to swallow what she had said about him being lazyjust because he couldn't run an auto…stage in the winter to Big Basin！ What was the matter with the old woman； anyway？ Didn't he keep Maria in comfort。 Well； he'd like to see her face when he drove along the street in a big new Sussex。 She'd wish she had let him and Marie alone。 They would have made out all right if they had been let alone。 He ought to have taken Marie to some other town； where her mother couldn't nag at her every day about him。 Marie wasn't such a bad kid； if she were left alone。 They might have been happy
He tried then to shake himself free of thoughts of her。 That was the trouble with him； he brooded morosely。 He couldn't let his thoughts ride free； any more。 They kept heading straight for Marie。 He could not see why she should cling so to his memory； he had not wronged herunless it was by letting her go without making a bigger fight for their home。 Still； she had gone of her own free will。 He was the one that had been wrongedwhy； hadn't they lied about him in court and to the gossipy neighbors？ Hadn't they broke him？ No。 If the mine panned out big as Cash seemed to think was likely； the best thing he could do was steer clear of San Jose。 And whether it panned out or not； the best thing he could do was forget that such girl as Marie had ever existed。。
Which was all very well； as far as it went。 The trouble was that resolving not to think of Marie； calling up all the bitterness he could muster against her memory； did no more toward blotting her image from his mind than did the miles and the months he had put between them。
He reached the town in a dour mood of unrest； spite of the promise of wealth he carried in his pocket。 He mailed the package and the letter； and went to a saloon and had a highball。 He was not a drinking manat least； he never had been one； beyond a convivial glass or two with his fellowsbut he felt that day the need of a little push toward optimism。 In the back part of the room three men were playing freeze…out。 Bud went over and stood with his hands in his pockets and watched them； because there was nothing else to do； and because he was still having some trouble with his thoughts。 He was lonely； without quite knowing what ailed him。 He hungered for friends to hail him with that cordial； 〃Hello； Bud！〃 when they saw him coming。
No one in Alpine had said hello； Bud； when he came walking in that day。 The postmaster bad given him