“Iwaslookingforajob。“
“Well,it’smostlycattledownhereinthePanamint,butsincethestrikeoveratGoldGulchsomeoftheboyshavegoneprospecting。There’sgoldinthemdamnPanamintMountains。Ifyoucanfindagoodlong’contact’ofcountryrocksyouain’tfarfromit。There’sacoupleoffellarsfromRedlandshaslocatedfourclaimsaroundGoldGulch。
Theygotaveineighteenincheswide,an’Peterssaysyoucantraceitformore’nathousandfeet。Wereyouthinkingofprospectingoverthere?“
“Well,well,Idon’know,Idon’know。“
“Well,I’mgoingovertotheothersideoftherangedayaftert’morrowaftersomeponiesofmine,an’I’mgoingtohavealookaround。Yousayyou’vebeenaminer?“
“Yes,yes。“
“Ifyou’regoingoverthatway,youmightcomealongandseeifwecan’tfindacontact,orcoppersulphurets,orsomething。Evenifwedon’tfindcolorwemayfindsilver-
bearinggalena。“Then,afterapause,“Let’ssee,Ididn’tcatchyourname。“
“Huh?Myname’sCarter,“answeredMcTeague,promptly。Whyheshouldchangehisnameagainthedentistcouldnotsay。
“Carter“cametohismindatonce,andheansweredwithoutreflectingthathehadregisteredas“Burlington“whenhehadarrivedatthehotel。
“Well,myname’sCribbens,“answeredtheother。Thetwoshookhandssolemnly。
“You’reaboutfinished?“continuedCribbens,pushingback。
“Le’sgooutinthebaran’haveadrinkonit。“
“Sure,sure,“saidthedentist。
ThetwosatuplatethatnightinacornerofthebarroomdiscussingtheprobabilityoffindinggoldinthePanaminthills。Itsoonbecameevidentthattheyhelddifferingtheories。McTeagueclungtotheoldprospector’sideathattherewasnowayoftellingwheregoldwasuntilyouactuallysawit。Cribbenshadevidentlyreadagoodmanybooksuponthesubject,andhadalreadyprospectedinsomethingofascientificmanner。
“Shucks!“heexclaimed。“Gi’mealongdistinctcontactbetweensedimentaryandigneousrocks,an’I’llsinkashaftwithouteverSEEING’color。’“
Thedentistputhishugechinintheair。“Goldiswhereyoufindit,“hereturned,doggedly。
“Well,it’smyideaashowpardnersoughttoworkalongdifferentlines,“saidCribbens。Hetuckedthecornersofhismustacheintohismouthandsuckedthetobaccojuicefromthem。Foramomenthewasthoughtful,thenheblewouthismustacheabruptly,andexclaimed:
“Say,Carter,le’smakeagoofthis。YougotalittlecashIsuppose——fiftydollarsorso?“
“Huh?Yes——I——I——“
“Well,Igotaboutfifty。We’llgopardnersontheproposition,an’we’lldally’roundtherangeyonderan’seewhatwecansee。Whatdoyousay?“
“Sure,sure,“answeredthedentist。
“Well,it’sagothen,hey?“
“That’stheword。“
“Well,le’shaveadrinkonit。“
Theydrankwithprofoundgravity。
TheyfittedoutthenextdayatthegeneralmerchandisestoreofKeeler——picks,shovels,prospectors’hammers,acoupleofcradles,pans,bacon,flour,coffee,andthelike,andtheyboughtaburroonwhichtopacktheirkit。
“Say,byjingo,youain’tgotahorse,“suddenlyexclaimedCribbensastheycameoutofthestore。“Youcan’tgetaroundthiscountrywithoutaponyofsomekind。“
Cribbensalreadyownedandrodeabuckskincayusethathadtobeknockedintheheadandstunnedbeforeitcouldbesaddled。“Igotanextrysaddlean’aheadstallatthehotelthatyoucanuse,“hesaid,“butyou’llhavetogetahorse。“
Intheendthedentistboughtamuleattheliverystableforfortydollars。Itturnedouttobeagoodbargain,however,forthemulewasagoodtravellerandseemedactuallytofattenonsage-brushandpotatoparings。Whentheactualtransactiontookplace,McTeaguehadbeenobligedtogetthemoneytopayforthemuleoutofthecanvassack。
Cribbenswaswithhimatthetime,andasthedentistunrolledhisblanketsanddisclosedthesack,whistledinamazement。
“An’measkingyouifyouhadfiftydollars!“heexclaimed。
“Youcarryyourminerightaroundwithyou,don’tyou?“
“Huh,Iguessso,“mutteredthedentist。“I——IjustsoldaclaimIhadupinElDoradoCounty,“headded。
Atfiveo’clockonamagnificentMaymorningthe“pardners“joggedoutofKeeler,drivingtheburrobeforethem。Cribbensrodehiscayuse,McTeaguefollowinginhisrearonthemule。
“Say,“remarkedCribbens,“whyinthunderdon’tyouleavethatfoolcanarybehindatthehotel?It’sgoingtobeinyourwayallthetime,an’itwillsuredie。Betterbreakitsneckan’chuckit。“
“No,no,“insistedthedentist。“I’vehadittoolong。I’lltakeitwithme。“
“Well,that’sthecraziestideaIeverheardof,“remarkedCribbens,“totakeacanaryalongprospecting。Whynotkidgloves,andbedonewithit?“
Theytravelledleisurelytothesoutheastduringtheday,followingawell-beatencattleroad,andthateveningcampedonaspurofsomehillsattheheadofthePanamintValleywheretherewasaspring。ThenextdaytheycrossedthePanamintitself。
“That’sasmartlookingvalley,“observedthedentist。
“NOWyou’retalkingstraighttalk,“returnedCribbens,suckinghismustache。Thevalleywasbeautiful,wide,level,andverygreen。Everywherewereherdsofcattle,scarcelylesswildthandeer。Onceortwicecowboyspassedthemontheroad,big-bonedfellows,picturesqueintheirbroadhats,hairytrousers,jinglingspurs,andrevolverbelts,surprisinglylikethepicturesMcTeaguerememberedtohaveseen。EveryoneofthemknewCribbens,andalmostinvariablyjoshedhimonhisventure。
“Say,Crib,ye’dbesttakeawagontrainwithyetobringyourdustback。“
Cribbensresentedtheirhumor,andaftertheyhadpassed,chewedfiercelyonhismustache。
“I’dliketomakeastrike,b’God!ifitwasonlytogetthelaughonthemjoshers。“
BynoontheywereclimbingtheeasternslopeofthePanamintRange。Longsincetheyhadabandonedtheroad;vegetationceased;notatreewasinsight。Theyfollowedfaintcattletrailsthatledfromonewaterholetoanother。Bydegreesthesewaterholesgrewdryeranddryer,andatthreeo’clockCribbenshaltedandfilledtheircanteens。
“Thereain’tanyTOOmuchwaterontheotherside,“heobservedgrimly。
“It’sprettyhot,“mutteredthedentist,wipinghisstreamingforeheadwiththebackofhishand。
“Huh!“snortedtheothermoregrimlythanever。Themotionlessairwaslikethemouthofafurnace。Cribbens’sponylatheredandpanted。McTeague’smulebegantodroophislongears。Onlythelittleburroploddedresolutelyon,pickingthetrailwhereMcTeaguecouldseebuttracklesssandandstuntedsage。TowardseveningCribbens,whowasinthelead,drewreinonthesummitofthehills。
BehindthemwasthebeautifulgreenPanamintValley,butbeforeandbelowthemformilesandmiles,asfarastheeyecouldreach,aflat,whitedesert,emptyevenofsage-brush,unrolledtowardthehorizon。Intheimmediateforegroundabrokensystemofarroyos,andlittlecanyonstumbleddowntomeetit。Tothenorthfaintbluehillsshoulderedthemselvesabovethehorizon。
“Well,“observedCribbens,“we’reonthetopofthePanamintRangenow。It’salongthiseasternslope,rightbelowushere,thatwe’regoingtoprospect。GoldGulch“——hepointedwiththebuttofhisquirt——“isabouteighteenornineteenmilesalongheretothenorthofus。ThosehillswayoveryondertothenortheastaretheTelescopehills。“
“Whatdoyoucallthedesertoutyonder?“McTeague’seyeswanderedovertheillimitablestretchofalkalithatstretchedoutforeverandforevertotheeast,tothenorth,andtothesouth。
“That,“saidCribbens,“that’sDeathValley。“
Therewasalongpause。Thehorsespantedirregularly,thesweatdrippingfromtheirheavingbellies。Cribbensandthedentistsatmotionlessintheirsaddles,lookingoutoverthatabominabledesolation,silent,troubled。
“God!“ejaculatedCribbensatlength,underhisbreath,withashakeofhishead。Thenheseemedtorousehimself。
“Well,“heremarked,“firstthingwegottodonowistofindwater。“
Thiswasalonganddifficulttask。Theydescendedintoonelittlecanyonafteranother,followedthecourseofnumberlessarroyos,andevendugwherethereseemedindicationsofmoisture,alltonopurpose。ButatlengthMcTeague’smuleputhisnoseintheairandblewonceortwicethroughhisnostrils。
“Smellsit,thesonofagun!“exclaimedCribbens。Thedentistlettheanimalhavehishead,andinafewminuteshehadbroughtthemtothebedofatinycanyonwhereathinstreamofbrackishwaterfilteredoveraledgeofrocks。
“We’llcamphere,“observedCribbens,“butwecan’tturnthehorsesloose。We’llhavetopicket’emwiththelariats。I
sawsomeloco-weedbackhereapiece,andiftheygettoeatingthat,they’llsuregoplumcrazy。Theburrowon’teatit,butIwouldn’ttrusttheothers。“
AnewlifebeganforMcTeague。Afterbreakfastthe“pardners“separated,goinginoppositedirectionsalongtheslopeoftherange,examiningrocks,pickingandchippingatledgesandbowlders,lookingforsigns,prospecting。
McTeaguewentupintothelittlecanyonswherethestreamshadcutthroughthebedrock,searchingforveinsofquartz,breakingoutthisquartzwhenhehadfoundit,pulverizingandpanningit。Cribbenshuntedfor“contacts,“closelyexaminingcountryrocksandout-crops,continuallyonthelookoutforspotswheresedimentaryandigneousrockcametogether。
Oneday,afteraweekofprospecting,theymetunexpectedlyontheslopeofanarroyo。Itwaslateintheafternoon。
“Hello,pardner,“exclaimedCribbensashecamedowntowhereMcTeaguewasbendingoverhispan。“Whatluck?“
Thedentistemptiedhispanandstraightenedup。“Nothing,nothing。Youstruckanything?“