The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-07-14

tree But while we war gone down to
Tombstone to git grub the wind blew
ts,et tree clean out by the roots, al i;
war the devils own game to ind the
place again. Thet's how we come &c
call it the Lost Pine unne.' ! clanlh
up ont of the gulch an walked along
till struck the tree lynn fat on the
mesa, an thet's how found IL aein
The bullet from TontoS revolver had
passed through the fesshy part of the
forearm without striking any bones.
washed the wound With the water re.
naming in my canteec and bound il
up in r1y own handkerchief, tying the
old one around it. Without bandages
and antiseptics that was the best that
could be done.
You will have to go to the camp
with me-" / said. 81 can do no more
for you here
The stately and silent Tonic inter
posed. wait till we hev done wcth
the mine. medico," he observed, in
measured torres. 81 am no pard 20 a
man ez doesn't respect my rights Tibet
mine wouldn't never hev bin found et
it hedn't bin fur me, an eff pard SEE
tibet mines his he lays here till he rots
fur all the good Tonic Bill IL be to
him ag'in. l don't shoot no man an
make up weth him onless there's pros
pect of his comm to reason. IF pard
SEE the mines mine I'm willin' to stick
weth him till the crack O doom, an
we'll work it together. There amt 10
use in a mans bein' unreasonable.
What say, pard?"
81 think We hold an ace full, Tonic.
amt no man to dispute the rights of
my ole pardrer."
"Why don't you sell out your inter
est?" suggested. THAT will be more
like business
"Sell my interest! I be burned! How
much'n you give. Tonto?"
dollar an a drink of whisky"
chucl1led Tonic, out of his beard.
"Whar's the whisky?'
''Plenty At Honest Organs. Here's
the dollar
Coin, goin'. gone! Sold to Tonic
Bill fur dollar. an drink of whisky
all my interest in the Lost Pine mine
me, Ephraim Carter, known to most
people ez Prospect Pete-so help me
Bob! Now air you satisfied, Tonto?"
''Ez fur ez it goes" answered Tonic,
sitting cross-legged and drawing from
his pocket a dirty yellow envelope, ''but
think we'll put the deal in writin'."
He spread the envelope on his boot-top,
and wrote painfully with stub OF a
pencil:
81 eferam carter this day sell & make
over to William Johnson FL my stock 6
profits in The lost pine Mine, fur a dol
lar & drink of whisky"
'sMake yer mark, Pete" said Tonic,
passing over the paper Ephraim Car
ter took the pencil in his left hand and
made cross under the writing.
''What do it say, doc?" he asked.
read the writing.
''Now, medico, We kin spread yer fist
on tibet document by way of witness
in the proceedin'" Tonic gave lne the
envelope, and wrote my name. Then
he folded it carefully and placed it in
the inside pocket of his shirt Lean
ing over he grasped Pete by the left
hand.
''Shake, Pete Now We kin bet on
Tonic Bill fur yer pard fur better er
worse, fire an birthstone an blood, fur
ever. Yell work tibet mine weth ole
half an half, even up, an now she's
mine they can't be no more disputes"
Prospect Pete gurgled softly, bending
ho y,rofTaroI hon HIT
queer way to treat pard!'' he MUIR
INJURED in thin voice. II said it was
dirt cheap, but a mine amt nothin'
but dirt nohow till it's worked. An
now We give me half. Bill, We war al
ways a brother to me. in spite of my
rantankerous ways. I'll never dispute
We agin. Never. So help lne..''
His bearded pard helped him to his
feet and assisted him tenderly to the
back of the pony. do you feel ftp" he
asked.
Fit enough" answered Pete.
The purple twilight deepened into
night as we crept slowly along the trail
leading to the camp in the foothills.
The wounded arm forbade gait faster
tIldu Walk L nc Par tilcrS VI uic LOSt
Pine mine were absorbed in their own
meditations. No sound except the far
off wall OF coyotes and the shuttle of the
animals hOofs on the trail broke the
stiffness until the sentinel challenged
US at the camp, and there, dismounting
my patient at the hospital tent, placed
the arm on the road to recovery.
Until to-day, since the twain logged
out of the camp side by side the morn
ing following our strange meeting, l
have not thought of the Lost Pine
mine" Now it all comes back, and l
write it as 1 remember it. The partners
never crossed my path again. wit
messed the transfer of drink of whisky
which l can never take oath was trans
ferred. II Honest Organ says it wasn't
/ shall know it was.
For the sake of the ''pards" and those
eady beginnings 1 shall write to my
agent:
Buy. "-Alva II. Sydenham, in n. Y.
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