White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1915-02-21

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exclamation su h Is he had not used
In years. John Iorr lay there with
his fingers clntched into the gray
mari.
lie stopped over and saw that the
body. bulking heavily In the misty
light. still held its vital spark.
Where Is Hickman. the driver?'
The cook pecred around and then once
more bent over the motionless form
Of the young engineer. With great ex
ertion he managed to lift him up and
place him across one Of the pack sad
dies. Johns arm automatically clasp
ing the little animals neck. Seeing
him secure. and coming to his senses
Kane went down to the %smoldering re
mains Of the machine TO search for
his companion One glance was sufii
cient. He quietly went back and start.
ed his journey toward the mine. His
old hands. scared by years of cooking,
patted the almost inanimate form of
Dorr.
They We're almost to the Master
Key" mine when Dorr came to himself.
slipped off the pack saddle and stood
up weakly
What happenedY he muttered
Nothing much" said Kane, putting
his arm about him. "You had a bad
fall. That bridge never was any too
strong"
"Bridge,' said Dorr .'The bridge is
gomez"
Sure" said old Tom Kane easily.
whistllng to his burros again You
just come along with me-"
But | haven't got my coat"
The cook looked at him with swift
understanding His coat had been IL
the seat Of the machine and was burn
ed. "IIl get you another coat when
we get back to camp" he said com.
fortingiy. SO they progressed the long
and dusty road back to the Master
Key" II was dark when they ar.
rived and Kane was able to take bis
dazed and much bruised charge into
the cook shanty without being observ-
ed by any of the miners. Dorr was
still but half conscious and willingly
submitted to being put to bed, though
he still protested that he wanted his
cont.
what do you want your coat for?'
demanded Kane. :
John opened his eyes widely, for the
first time cognizant of his surround
ings. Then he leaped from the bed
"All my money is in it,
Tom Kane sat on the chair beside
him. dish towel in hand. rs a sort of
emblem of authority, and demanded In
his careful tones. There wasn't any.
thing else In the coat, John?' He bent
his white head as If to catch a whis
per. Instead Dorr gave IA raucous
shout:
There was that check from the
mint
Il saw you myself give that check to
Wilkerson,' said the cook soothingly.
But that doesn't change matters any.
You've got TO get to San Francisco,
and you're busted" Tom Kane pulled
out an old deerskin poke and from II
spilled on the table "A few hundred dol
lars.
"Just as soon as you get able. john
he said huskily. you take this money
and get to Frisco. Find Ruth. That's
all that matters-find that little girl.
Hurry he whispered "Wilkerson
is gone. Hes beer gone since mid
afternoon"
But ! am badly hurt" said John
Dorr stupidly. Then Kane under
stood that he must take desperate
measures.
Fifteen minutes later Dorr was
pounding down the road toward Silent
Valley His head was roughly band.
aged, his chest had been tightly strap.
ped with the ripped wooden blanket
and In his nostrils was the pungent
odor of ammonia He was at last
awake and knew that in his pocket
was a thousand dollars in gold. An
hour later he boarded the Sunset ex
press and automatically paid his fare,
bought his Pullman ticket and. not.
outstanding the porter's earnest In.
quiry as to his injuries. went to bed as
silently as he arrived In San Francisco
a day later.
Exultant In his triumph. Wilkerson
stifed the small voice of his conscience
and strobe on. One thought now mas
tered his every aetion-he must reach
San Francisco and Jean Darnell.
Jean Darnelll The woman who stir
red him to the depths of his innermosi
soul.
Jean Darnell and the Master Keyr
Arrived at the station he ent her Il
wire telling of his coming. Two min
utes later he was aboard the train. As
he gazed backward n bend OF the rails
drew n curtain to his musings, and be
turned and entered the car.
Upon their arrival in San francisco
Mrs. Darnell acted upon her decision
made during the journey they
would stop at II less %pretentious hote
than tho 81 Francis where the chances