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"When we strike the Republican we'll find plenty company," a.s.serted Harry. "This _is_ getting rather lonesome, I must confess."
Not a moving object was in sight. The "Pike's Peak Post Office" tree stood here all by itself, as if waiting for the stages. And yet, Terry well knew (unless the sights at Manhattan had been a dream), north and south of them thousands of people were trooping, trooping westward in long, human rivers of creaking wagons.
He and Harry gave a last look behind and on either side, searching the brushy expanse for other outfits; then they left the friendly cottonwood and headed westward again, in the tracks of the wagon before. But suddenly Harry stopped.
"Pshaw! We forgot." And he limped hastily back to the tree. With his pencil he wrote on it. Of course! Terry returned to see.
"The Pike's Peak Limited. April 20, 1859. All well," announced this latest inscription.
"Somebody will read it," quoth Harry. "It'll show we got this far ourselves." And they returned, better satisfied, to the cart.
"There's one thing sure," continued Harry: "The less company we have, the more fuel and forage we'll find. We're getting into the buffalo country, too. See?"
For the surface of the ground was cut deeply by narrow trails like cattle trails, but made by buffalo wending probably from water to water.
Some of the trails had been freshly trodden.
"That means we'll have to look sharp after Duke and Jenny," warned Terry.
They proceeded.
"Well, here come a party," remarked Harry. "But they're going the wrong way."
"Maybe it's some of the stage line surveyors."
The party, of three men, two of them horseback and one of them muleback, drew on at trot and rapid walk. The men were bearded, roughly dressed, and well armed with revolvers and rifles. Meeting the Pike's Peak Limited, they halted. So Harry and Terry halted.
"Howdy?"
"Howdy yourselves. Where you bound?"
"For the land of gold," cheerfully answered Harry.
"Land o' nothin'!" rebuffed the spokesman of the party. "Turn back, turn back, 'fore you starve to death."
"Why? Are you from the Pike's Peak mines?"
"We're from the Cherry Creek diggin's, young feller, but we didn't see any mines there nor nowheres else. It's all a fake, and we're on our way to tell the people so and save 'em their bacon."
"Aren't you bringing any gold?" exclaimed Terry. "Have you been there long?"
"Long! Gold!" And he turned his pocket inside out. "That's the size of your elephant. We've been there since last November, sonny, and the gold is in your eye. That Pike's Peak craze is the biggest hoax ever invented. It's just a scheme of a few rascals to sell off town lots.
They want to get people to come out yonder; and gold is the only thing that'll persuade 'em into the barrenest, porest country on the face of the 'arth. We've been thar, so we know. We couldn't get out, in the winter; but everybody's leavin' now, to tell the folks along all the trails to face back and go home."
Terry felt a sinking of the heart. Harry also seemed to sober.
"What gold is it that's been sent out of there, then?" he asked.
"Californy gold! Fetched through from Californy. Never was taken out of that Pike's Peak country at all. Californy gold, used to fool the people with, back in the States."
"But my father brought home two hundred dollars in gold, and he found it there somewhere, himself--near Pike's Peak," argued Terry, with sudden thought. "We've already got a mine!"
"He did, did he? Waal, if he did he was lucky, and he was luckier to get out with it. Thar may be a little gold--thar's gold to be washed from 'most any mountain stream, but you can't eat gold. Yon country's a freezin' country and a starvation country and an Injun country, fit for neither civilized man nor beast. The government'll need to step in and forbid people goin' to it. The hull of it ain't wuth an east Kansas acre."
"All right. Much obliged," said Harry. "So long."
"Goin' on?"
"We'll try a piece farther," said Harry. "How's the trail ahead? Did you see any stage line stakes?"
"Stage line stakes! What you dreamin' of? That stage idee is another hoax. You'll find that out, together with a few other things. But if you're _set_ on bein' a pair of young fools, _go_ on. We haven't more time to waste with you."
And forthwith the party spurred on its eastward way.
"Look out for Injuns," called one, over his shoulder.
"Humph!" mused Harry. "Doesn't sound very encouraging, but we can't believe everything we hear, for and against, both. If we did, we'd never know _what_ to do. A fellow has to act on his own hook, sometimes, until he can judge by his own experience, where he can't depend on the experience of others. That party may have secret reasons for talking so." He eyed Terry. "Shall we go on, clear through? I don't think a few discouragements will turn the wheel-barrow man back."
"I don't, either!" declared Terry, bracing. "Let's go on."
"Duke! Jenny! Hep with you!" responded Harry. "Hurrah for the Pike's Peak Limited, and maybe the Lightning Express, too! But no German with a wife and six girls and a feather bed shall beat this outfit. We're liable to come on a stake, any time. And the next will be only a few miles, and the next another few miles, and at that rate we'll hit the Republican River smack."
But to Terry, surveying the monotonous, empty landscape, single stakes planted maybe days' journeys apart seemed rather small landmarks.
In mid-afternoon they did indeed overtake the "Litening Express." It was halted beside a small, stagnant water-hole, as if making early camp. The wife and the six girls were sitting around, in disconsolate manner, and the German himself was soaking his naked feet in the water.
"What's the matter here?" hailed the cheerful Harry. "Broken down?
You're pointing the wrong way."
For that was so. The one wagon track beyond had doubled, and the wagon, from which the team had been unspanned, was heading east instead of west.
"Yah," stolidly answered the German. "We go back. Dere iss no elephant.
Now we go back again home quick. We haf met some men who haf told us."
"Oh, pshaw!" uttered Harry. "You're half-way. Better go the rest of the way and see for yourself. You mustn't let a few wild rumors stop you."
"Don't you intend to fill your sacks?" added Terry.
"Dere iss no gold, so dey say; an' notting else," insisted the German.
"Once you believed there was, and now you believe there isn't," laughed Harry. "You might as well believe the first as the second, as far as you know."
"And there is gold, because we've got a mine," encouraged Terry.
"Nein." And the German shook his head. "I set out to fill my sacks; dose men say I cannot fill dem. So I go home. I t'ink you better go home, too. You camp here with us, an' I fix my feet, an' we haf a goot supper, an' den in mornin' we travel togedder."
"Nope, we're bound through," replied Harry. "This is no time of day for us to camp." And Terry was relieved to hear him say so, for the stagnant pool, with the German's feet in it, did not look very inviting. "What did you find ahead?"
"Notting an' n.o.body," grumbled the German. "All joost like dis." And he swept his arm around to indicate the bare stretch of plains. "Purty soon you see where I turn to go home, an' den you be all by yourself. I do not like it. I like peoples. So I go home."