The Lehi sun. [volume] (Lehi, Utah) 1913-1949, 1922-01-05
CHAPTER XII.
Around Robin Hood,a narn.

Around Robin Hood's Barn.
After we had covered possibly two
OF the four miles between the CHINA
bar and the railroad station, the dog
branched Off to the left along the
mountain on a road that was little
better than a bride path through the
forest, and which, for the time, kept
its level on the slope neither ascend
ing nor descending.
"How about II, Daddyr asked.
"where does this trail got"
"Glve It time enough. It comes out
at the old Haversack, on Greaser
mountain"
ENDS there, you mean7"
"You said It far ms l know, II ends
there"
what Is the Haversackr
ut amt nothin', now. Used 10 be
gold prospect eight r ten year ago.
Never got far enough along to be
mine. they tell me-"
II was certainly singular that the
dog should be leading us to an aban-
doned mining project, but Barney
seemed to know perfectly well where
he was going.
In one of the gulch headings there
was patch OF wash sand in what was,
In wet weather, runway for water,
but which was now only a streamless
ravine with a few damp spots In II.
Here Daddy called a halt, and while
the dog sat down and yawned at us
and otherwise manifested his impa-
thence ut the delay. the old man gath
cred a few pine-cones and twigs,
struck a match and lighted a FIRE, eau
tionlng me meanwhile not to wink on
the damp sand patch.
/ hadn't the slightest idea Of what
he was driving at, and he didn't ex-
plain; but after the fire had blazed
up enough TO light the surroundings a
bit, he went down upon his hands and
| knees and began to give an imitation
Of a man hunting for dropped piece
Of money. Its sort o. queer. Jeanie's
been here, and the dogs been back and
across a couple o times, as you can
see. But Fullerton hasn't crossed here.
There's only the one set q tracks"
We made a wider search. with a
dead pine branch for torch, but
found no other tracks; In fact, the
gulch was quilted so deeply above and
below that there was no other prac-
tlcable crOsslng-place for a horse. II
jeanne had headed for the gulch-and
the hoof prints In the sand. and
Daddy's Identification Of them seemed
to prove this past any question OF
dOubt-she had headed II alone. But
why had she been riding alone into
the depths OF this unlnhablted noun
tain wildernessI
Calm aud self-contained as he usual
ly was. could see, or rather feel, that
Daddy Hiram was growing Increasing
~ nervous as we pushed on. | didn't
blame him; so fur from II, was shar.
Ing the nervousness In fun measure
What were we going TO find at the
end OF the traill
II must have been at least two miles
beyond the damp sand patch that the
dim trail we had been following ended
| uuINlAil Ut NtiN uuuhhhhtu Mlnlnl
clalm spoken of by Daddy Hiram-th,
Haversack. The starlight was bright
enough TO show us what there was Il
be seen. which wafn't much; a couple
OF tuinb'e-down saacks, a shed tina
had probably been the prospectors
blacksmith shop, and Il tunnel mouth
that had once been securely boarded
up, but from which the bulkheadln.
was now partly fallen away.
once more Daddy hunted for deaC
pine branch and lighted torch. Tn,
shacks were empty. OF course, an,
while we did not go into the tunnel
} we could see, through the broken bulk
heading, that IL was half filled will
caved-in earth and broken stone. Tn
! derfoot there wes only the eOars