Bushy a romance founded on fact
Bushy did not know what this meant until it was explained that old Bob
had struck a rich vein of gold-bearing quartz that very afternoon. The
news had travelled like wildfire, and even Mrs. Hogan had gone to see
the find. That is how it happened that the children and the drunken man
had been left alone in camp.
CHAPTER XXXIII
“Good-morning,” said Miner Bob to Bushy, as she opened the cabin door
the next day. “I’ve been waiting here since six o’clock for you to wake
up. You see, I want to take you along with me to look at the new find.”
“Why didn’t somebody wake me up? Where is Padre? Where are the men
folks? Why, I never slept so late before in my life!” Bushy rubbed her
eyes hard, for she was yet very sleepy and could scarcely see old Bob,
though he sat on the step, right at her feet.
“Shanks said you were ’most played out lariating Delaney, and gave
orders for nobody to disturb you till you came out on your own account.”
“Shanks is always afraid something will happen to me,” said Bushy as
she dipped her head in a great tin basin of spring water.
Bob leaned back against the logs and laughed till he showed all his
yellow teeth--teeth so much like Rover’s that Bushy could not help
noting the resemblance. He took out of his pocket a plug of tobacco,
and cutting off a square piece, tucked it in his left cheek before
answering her.
“How long have they been gone?” asked Bushy, as she warmed up the
breakfast that had been left her, and Bob busied himself fixing the
fire and keeping it burning.
“About half an hour.”
“And you waited for me?”
“Yes, because I wanted to show you the gold myself. Why, Bushy, it is
a clear white quartz, and I dug down three feet and the prospects are
fine; there is a great fortune! Just what I have been looking for these
twenty years.”
In the beginning of the conversation Bushy’s eyes danced and she ate so
fast the potatoes almost choked her. Bob was going to give it all to
her. How rich she would be! “The first thing I’ll buy,” she thought,
“will be a wig for dear old Tom.”
But when the old man said: “It is just what I have been looking for
these twenty years,” Bushy detected a sad tone in his voice that
startled her. “Perhaps he is sorry he made the bet; maybe he wants to
back out?”
“Don’t you make a lot of good strikes, Bob? Tom said you were one of
the best experts he knew, ’cause you always got ahead of everybody
else.”
“Oh, I’ve had many good finds, but none like this one. Just come along,
Bushy, let us hurry; I’m anxious to hand it over and get it off my
mind.”
They started out, Rover following close at their heels. Mollie Delaney
met them at the door. She had come over to carry a message from Johnny,
who could not go to sleep until someone would tell him Bushy did not
get hurt and was “good as ever” when she woke up in the morning.
“You tell him,” said Bushy, “that I will come in and see him after
I visit the mine that Bob has given me for winning the bet on the
broncho. I’ll bring him a specimen with free gold in it. How is your
father?”
“Oh! he is being watched by his partner, Bill Sattler, so we are not
afraid any more. Bill says Dad may have the delirium tremens next time
he takes whiskey. He is in bed now, and Bill is making him take the
medicine Shanks left for him.”
Mollie went back to the cabin and Bushy and Bob travelled toward the
mining gulch.
“Have you got a family, Bob? Little girls and little boys and a mother
and father?”
“I don’t think they are very little now, because it has been years and
years since I saw them. My old mother is dead and the last letter the
boys wrote me said father was ailing. Guess he ought to be, for he is
eighty-five years old.”
“They would like to have you come back, wouldn’t they, Bob?”
“Better believe it! My old wife would cry her eyes out with joy, and
the little boys and girls, who are men and women now, would never know
their old dad, I am so grizzled and weather beaten.” Bob slyly wiped a
tear from his eye and Bushy pretended not to see.
“I am sorry I took you up, and now I wish I hadn’t won,” murmured
Bushy, half aloud, and Bob heard and straightened himself with a jerk
that meant “steady, old man, don’t you weaken!”
“You needn’t feel one bit sorry, Bushy, because it would have been
the same had one of the boys picked me up. A bet is a bet, and not to
pay an honest bet is just as bad as horse stealing. I’d feel just as
uncomfortable not to pay a bet as a horse-thief must feel when the rope
goes curling about his neck.”
“I won it fairly, didn’t I, Bob?” asked Bushy, as they came in sound
of the miners’ picks. “If I did not win it perfectly fair and square I
don’t want you to give the mine to me.”
“But you did, and I am going to have all the boys who saw you ride the
broncho be witnesses to my turning over the new lead to you. I would
never sleep easy again if I didn’t pay the bet.”
The excitement of Bushy and her companion was considerably increased
by the appearance of two strangers who caught up with them on the road,
one of whom said to Bob, “I’ll give you $40,000, here and now, for that
find,” and Bob shook his head rather mournfully. Bushy said nothing.
“Hello! here they come,” cried Shanks, which was the signal for
everybody in hearing to draw near the rich quartz. All were curious
to know if Bob would really keep his word--everybody but the Padre,
Shanks, and Tom; they were more curious to see how Bushy would receive
the gift.
“I don’t think it a wise thing to have her so tempted,” said Mr.
Sukolt, and his face looked troubled.
“Oh, pshaw!” cried Tom. “It was a square thing. If it had happened
between two men there would be some tall fighting and perhaps a little
lynching if the affair wasn’t done up in business fashion.”
“That’s so! that’s so!” chimed in several of the rough men, “and we
will see that she gets the ‘lead,’ too; Bob was a darn fool to make
such a bet, but, by George! he must pay his debts.”
“It is a very unfortunate affair,” said the Padre. “This will test
my little girl’s nature in a way I would much have preferred to have
avoided.”
“Let her alone,” cried Shanks, who was watching Bushy’s every move.
“Old Bob is superstitious, and would think the stars would fall on him
and kill him if he broke his word.”
Mr. Sukolt felt Bushy’s hand slip into his, and turning he saw her face
fairly aglow with happiness.
“Padre!” she cried, “come quick. There is a man here who wants to buy
the lead. He has offered Bob $40,000 in cash this minute. It is my
mine, you know, and he can’t have it for $40,000, do you hear, Padre?”
“Bushy, child, Bushy! what has gotten into you; do you really intend to
hold the old man to his foolish bet?”
“Of course I do, Padre,” and she dragged him hurriedly to the fresh-dug
hole that was causing such excitement; Tom, Shanks, and seven other
miners following.
“By rights it is not my mine,” old Bob was saying, with a dreary little
smile on his bronzed face. “If I considered it my lead you could have
it for that amount, sir, and I would start for the States at sunrise
to-morrow.” The tremolo in his voice seemed to strike a sympathetic
chord in everybody’s heart but Bushy’s. She shocked them all by her
sudden interruption with:
“But it is not his mine, sir, and I’ll not take a cent less than
$50,000. I know enough about veins, sir, to feel certain that rock will
yield the owner who works it $100,000 in no time. Look at the width of
the white quartz vein, and see, it branches out in two great arms, big
tunnelling to the right and left, then following the main vein down.
There will be three mines in one. Is it not so, Padre?”
Bushy talked so excitedly and seemed so oblivious of the fact that
the greater she made the mine out, the more poor Bob suffered for his
folly; that Mr. Sukolt was stunned by this new evidence of avarice in
his little girl’s heart.
“You are right as to the three veins,” answered Mr. Sukolt, after
digging about awhile with his stick; everybody closing about to see and
listen. “Are you an old miner, sir?” he asked, turning to one of the
new-comers, the one who had offered the $40,000.
“We are both Californians and working our way home with success in our
pockets. I did not intend to mine any more, but it’s as fascinating as
gambling. I offer $40,000 for this strike. I have the amount here,”
and he tapped the great leather belt that girdled him, which seemingly
carried nothing but revolvers.
“Bob, it is my mine, is it not?” cried Bushy, running to him and
throwing her arms about his waist. “Remember, Bob, bad luck will come
to you if you don’t pay your bets.”
“Yes, yes, I know; and I was only weakening because I just thought for
a minute how near I had come to seeing my old woman once more.”
“I can’t understand Bushy,” said Mr. Sukolt. “I think I had better send
her back to the cabin; she seems to have lost all feeling.”
“Let her alone,” said Shanks, “the child is up to something. I see it
in the peculiar glitter of her eye. She would tell us if she had a
chance, I think, but she can’t here, you see. Let her alone. It is like
playing euchre when she has called for her partner’s best card, and
will play it alone.”
“Yes, let her alone,” grumbled the miners, some of them ugly with
jealousy, and others with drink. So, while Bushy and Bob were having
their talk, the miners flocked about the fresh-dug hole and gossiped on
the value of the find.
“Boys,” cried old Bob at last, as he and Bushy joined them, “I want you
all to be witnesses to the fact that I now give up all claim to the
mine and hand it over to Bushy Sukolt, in payment of the bet, lost two
weeks ago, when she rode my wild colt, White Face.”
“Hurrah for Bob!” shouted the miners.
“You are a fool,” said the two Californians.
“Can’t help what any of you think!” muttered Bob, as he signed a
written statement made out in pencil, on the leaf of a memorandum book,
by one of the boys who insisted that Bushy should have something more
than their word for security. “I feel better, any way. I may have been
a fool to make the bet, but, by Jove! I don’t agree with you that it is
acting the fool to pay it.”
“I’ll prove to you that it is,” said the man from California. “I’ll
give the little girl $50,000--that is her price, I believe.”
Every eye was turned on Bushy. Mr. Sukolt’s face was ashen white, the
excitement was intense. Shanks walked over and stood close to Bushy,
but said nothing. Tom got shaky in his legs, and squatted down on a
rock near the mine. Bob trembled so that when he handed the paper to
Bushy, she took his hand as well as the paper, and held it fast. Thus,
clinging to his arm and hand, she replied, in a clear, firm voice:
“I’ll take it, sir, if you can pay me this very minute.”
“You are all witnesses that this is no child’s play,” spoke up the
California miner as he began to unbuckle his huge leather belt.
“I’ll see that it is not,” said Shanks, who immediately tore out two
leaves from his note-book and made out the necessary papers to render
the sale legal.
“Fix it so he can’t back out, Shanks,” said Bushy.
“Fix it so she can’t back out, Shanks,” said the California miner,
imitating Bushy’s voice as best he could. This made everybody laugh,
even old Bob smiled faintly--he was literally being held up by Bushy,
who for some reason would not let him sit down as Tom had done.
“Will you hurry, please!” said Bushy, and the man counted out: “Thirty,
forty, forty-five, fifty--there, young lady, is the $50,000 in cash,
for which I shall take, in exchange, the Bushy Mine, for that is what I
shall call it.”
Bushy evaded the eyes of her father. She felt his disapproval all the
time, and even when the cheer went up as the gold and greenbacks were