Emmons County record. [volume] (Williamsport, D.T. [i.e. N.D.]) 1884-current, 1922-01-19
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formation he had intended to convey.
Whethef or not Bullerton's memo
randSffh agreement with my grandpa
ther would be binding upon me as
Grandfather Jasper's heir, was ques-
ton for the courts to decide. But one
thing was certain-that is, granting all
the assumptions; IL he should find the
mine aid go to work on his unwater-
ing scheme, he would have grip on
thingt shat might be handsomely trou-
blesoiie to shake loose.
After I had argued it out thus far
the next step suggested itself in a
jiffy.s must have a heart-to-heart
talk with the cautious Mr.. Fullerton,
telling him who was, and perhaps
giving him chance to Join forces
with me in the search, If it should
prove to be my grandfather's mine that
he was looking for. Grabbing this i'm
pulse by the neck, so to speak, took
the first train for Cripple Creek. The
next morning, when made inquiry,
found that Fullerton had left town,
though where he had gone the bank
folks couldn't say.
had gone into the chase more than
half for the sheer fun of it; pretty
much as the dog runs after the stick
you've flung into the bushes, and
which he hasn't much hope of finding.
But now it was appealing to me as
more of mans job. There was q
legacy; and however valueless 1t might
be in it's present condition, it had once
been worth nearly half million-and
might be again. And half-million is
q whole lot of money, when you come
to consider it.
From what little the bank folks told
me it appeared that Fullerton was
fairly we'll known in Cripple Greek
and the region roundabout. Therefore.
somebody in the near vicinity must
know more than had as yet been
able to learn about the manner of his
disappearance and his probable desti-
nation. My job was to find the some
body.
About the time l thought had ex-
hausted all the combinations, found
the one particular Fullerton friend
was hunting for. His name, as l re-
call it, was Hilton. or something like
that, and he was the superintendent of
big drainage-tunnel undertaking de-
signed to unwater a lot of flooded
mines on the hills above the tunnel
site.
II can give you little information,
but not much" was his answer to my
inquiry. "Bullerton is bughouse on
the subject of lost mine-not an un-
usual disease in any mining country
and he has gone to hunt for 1t. He
has sketch map of the location, but
nothing to tie 1t to. didn't ask him
where the location was-or rather,
where he thought it was"
"Then, of course. you have no idea
where his hunt was to begin?" I threw
in.
"Only guess. In our talk. he asked
me If l knew anything about place
called Placerville, in the Red desert
what sort Of town it was, and If a
man could outfit there for prospect
ing trip. / took it from this that he
might be heading for Placerville,
though he didn't say that he was"
AS you'd Imagine, this was enough
for me. The next morning I was back
in Denver, figuring out the quickest
way to get to Placerville in the Red
desert. 1 hoped Fullerton was on the
true scent, but was nightly afraid he
wasn't-in which case I. too, would 20
beautifully astray. But II he should
happen to be on the right track. then
! must beat him to the goal. True, he
had map to guide him, and was that
much better off than I was. But. on
the other hand, had the girl, . horse
and dog.