Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1884-07-12
Cod Am | blind?
The gold was not there :.

ic SOlu WIS llOt Ulltlt.
With ten-fold force the words Of
the bully came to my mind. But he
had not been seen since that memoir
able night four months ago.
The air in the tent was sitting. |
could not stand it.
passed out in the cool night air,
and oh, how refreshing it felt
Harry remained IN the tent as
much affected as | was.
As | walked on ! observed faint
glimmer Of light in one of the tents.
It was that Of worthless vaga-
bond, by name of ]om Langley.
All the other tents We're pitch dark.
With nervous tread | approached
and peered in through q hole in the
canvass.
Could | believe my senses?
| saw Bob Riley and Jem Langley
bending over q small table and count
ing money from some bags which L
recognized as mine.
la less than five minutes [ had
aroused our committee, and the gold
was again in my hands, while the
thieves were safely locked up to await
the arrival Of the justice.
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A week went by, and our fortune
was increased by $4,000. At the end
Of the week we had determined to
so.
1t was dangerous to 60 in the day,
as every one who left was watched to
see if he took gold with him.
All night we travelled, with the ex-
ception of an hour to rest. Toward
the break Of day we started again.
We had not walked for more than
an hour when we heard footsteps ap-
preaching, and presently two men
appeared, looking fresh and hearty.
''lIello, my good men," cried out
Harry, tired of carrying the bag !;
':will yon please carry our bundles for
us little ways"
1t was reckless of him, to say the
least.
The men acquiesced, and we all
went forward.
We had now arrived at a narrow
path, where not more than two per-
sons could walk together. We had
proceeded on a little way, in pairs,
when | heard two pistol shots, follow
ed quickly by a third.
! saw Harry and one of the men
fall and felt a bullet whiz past my
head.
y Before ] could turn, almost, the
other man was on me.
at is my turn now. do not for
get"
Now he was down with me on top,
when suddenly the positions were re-
versed.
There was a knife in my belt, and
we both struggled to get it.
God! His hand was on my throat,
my knife in his uplifted arm.
saw it about to descend and raised
/ my hand mechanically to ward off the
blow, when there came another shot,
and Bob Riley fell oyer-dead.
A party Of men came in sight, and
| saw that it was the justice and his
escort, on their way to the mines.
who saved my life.
/ In a minute everything was ex-
| planned.
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Harry was dying from Il wound in
/ his side.
1t seems he had been watching the
associate of Riley in crime, who
proved to be Langley, but he was not
in time to dodge the shot.
He had, moreover, drawn his pistol
as he fell, and fired, luckily killing
/ his murderer.
"Joe," he said, in faint and hard
ly articulate voice, gasplng between
each word "Joe,. Pm dying. Bury
! me-when-I'm gone. leave my
-money-to-you, hoping-you will
do good with it-and aid the poor.
/ Good-by," and his soul left its
earthly tenement for the better land
above.
! I hired some men, and we took his
body down to the Quesnelle river.
We made rude coffin, placed all
that remained Of hlm in it, and buried
it on the south bank of the river.
Wise and Unwise.