The exodus of the seceding partners of the Lone Star claim had been scarcely an imposing one.For the first five minutes after quitting the cabin, the procession was straggling and vagabond.
Unwonted exertion had exaggerated the lameness of some, and feebleness of moral purpose had predisposed the others to obtrusive musical exhibition.Union Mills limped and whistled with affected abstraction; the Judge whistled and limped with affected earnestness.The Right Bower led the way with some show of definite design; the Left Bower followed with his hands in his pockets.The two feebler natures, drawn together in unconscious sympathy, looked vaguely at each other for support.
"You see," said the Judge, suddenly, as if triumphantly concluding an argument, "there ain't anything better for a young fellow than independence.Nature, so to speak, points the way.Look at the animals.""There's a skunk hereabouts," said Union Mills, who was supposed to be gifted with aristocratically sensitive nostrils, "within ten miles of this place; like as not crossing the Ridge.It's always my luck to happen out just at such times.I don't see the necessity anyhow of trapesing round the claim now, if we calculate to leave it to-night."Both men waited to observe if the suggestion was taken up by the Right and Left Bower moodily plodding ahead.No response following, the Judge shamelessly abandoned his companion.
"You wouldn't stand snoopin' round instead of lettin' the Old Man get used to the idea alone? No; I could see all along that he was takin' it in, takin' it in, kindly but slowly, and I reckoned the best thing for us to do was to git up and git until he'd got round it." The Judge's voice was slightly raised for the benefit of the two before him.
"Didn't he say," remarked the Right Bower, stopping suddenly and facing the others, "didn't he say that that new trader was goin' to let him have some provisions anyway?"Union Mills turned appealingly to the Judge; that gentleman was forced to reply, "Yes; I remember distinctly he said it.It was one of the things I was particular about on his account," responded the Judge, with the air of having arranged it all himself with the new trader."I remember I was easier in my mind about it.""But didn't he say," queried the Left Bower, also stopping short, "suthin' about it's being contingent on our doing some work on the race?"The Judge turned for support to Union Mills, who, however, under the hollow pretense of preparing for a long conference, had luxuriously seated himself on a stump.The Judge sat down also, and replied, hesitatingly, "Well, yes! Us or him.""Us or him," repeated the Right Bower, with gloomy irony."And you ain't quite clear in your mind, are you, if YOU haven't done the work already? You're just killing yourself with this spontaneous, promiscuous, and premature overwork; that's what's the matter with you.""I reckon I heard somebody say suthin' about it's being a Chinaman's three-day job," interpolated the Left Bower, with equal irony, "but I ain't quite clear in my mind about that.""It'll be a sorter distraction for the Old Man," said Union Mills, feebly--"kinder take his mind off his loneliness."Nobody taking the least notice of the remark, union Mills stretched out his legs more comfortably and took out his pipe.He had scarcely done so when the Right Bower, wheeling suddenly, set off in the direction of the creek.The Left Bower, after a slight pause, followed without a word.The Judge, wisely conceiving it better to join the stronger party, ran feebly after him, and left Union Mills to bring up a weak and vacillating rear.
Their course, diverging from Lone Star Mountain, led them now directly to the bend of the creek, the base of their old ineffectual operations.Here was the beginning of the famous tail-race that skirted the new trader's claim, and then lost its way in a swampy hollow.It was choked with debris; a thin, yellow stream that once ran through it seemed to have stopped work when they did, and gone into greenish liquidation.
They had scarcely spoken during this brief journey, and had received no other explanation from the Right Bower, who led them, than that afforded by his mute example when he reached the race.
Leaping into it without a word, he at once began to clear away the broken timbers and driftwood.Fired by the spectacle of what appeared to be a new and utterly frivolous game, the men gayly leaped after him, and were soon engaged in a fascinating struggle with the impeded race.The Judge forgot his lameness in springing over a broken sluice-box; Union Mills forgot his whistle in a happy imitation of a Chinese coolie's song.Nevertheless, after ten minutes of this mild dissipation, the pastime flagged; Union Mills was beginning to rub his leg when a distant rumble shook the earth.
The men looked at each other; the diversion was complete; a languid discussion of the probabilities of its being an earthquake or a blast followed, in the midst of which the Right Bower, who was working a little in advance of the others, uttered a warning cry and leaped from the race.His companions had barely time to follow before a sudden and inexplicable rise in the waters of the creek sent a swift irruption of the flood through the race.In an instant its choked and impeded channel was cleared, the race was free, and the scattered debris of logs and timber floated upon its easy current.Quick to take advantage of this labor-saving phenomenon, the Lone Star partners sprang into the water, and by disentangling and directing the eddying fragments completed their work.
