The Sign of the Two Red Thumbs
VII. Caught in the Flood
VIII. Accused of Murder
IX. The Testimony of Bill Ugger
X. The Missing Button
XI. An Unexpected Witness
XII. Hammer Jones
XIII. Explanations
XIV. The Luck of Dickson
XV. Around the Supper Table
XVI. Unexpected Company
XVII. Pockface Again
XVIII. Story of the Great Discovery
XIX. Some Exciting Moments
XX. Robbed
XXI. Pedro
XXII. The Mystery of the Tent
XXIII. On the Shore of Goose Neck Lake
XXIV. In Lot's Canyon
XXV. The Cave of Gold
XXVI. The Catastrophe
XXVII. Home
ILLUSTRATIONS
"You lie!" and the hard fist landed squarely on the man's chin
The skin map
"You can turn your horses around and ride back the way you came"
"Is there any! just look there! and there! and there!"
Bud bent and stretched his free hand down to Marshall
"It is gold! it is gold! and enough of it to make us all rich beyond our fondest dreams"
The Cave of Gold
CHAPTER I
EL FEROZ
"Whoa!"--"whoa!" With quick jerks on their bridle reins Thure Conroyal and Bud Randolph pulled up their horses and listened shiveringly.
Again that same shrill whistling scream of dreadful agony and fear, that had caused them to rein up their horses so suddenly a moment before, came from the valley beyond the brow of the little hill up which they had been slowly riding, and chilled the very marrow in their bones with the terrible intensity of its fear and anguish. Then all was still.
"What--what was it?" and Thure turned a startled face to Bud. "It didn't sound human and I never heard an animal scream like that before. What can it be?"
"I don't know," Bud answered, his face whitening a little; "but I am going to find out. Come on," and, swinging his rifle into position where it would be ready for instant use, he started up the hill, his eyes fixed in the direction whence had come those fearful screams.
"We'd better go a little slow, until we find out what it is," cautioned Thure, as he quickly fell in by the side of Bud, his own rifle held ready for instant use. "It might be Indian devilment of some kind. You know dad's last letter from the mines said that the Indians were getting ugly; and if it is hostile Indians, we want to see them first."
"You bet we do," was Bud's emphatic rejoinder, as he again pulled up his horse. "Now, just hold Gray Cloud and I'll scout on ahead and see what's going on down there in the valley before we show ourselves," and, sliding swiftly from Gray Cloud's back, he tossed his bridle rein to Thure, and, rifle in hand, started swiftly and as silently as an Indian toward a thick clump of bushes that grew directly on the top of the little hill.
Thure deftly caught the bridle rein; and then sat silent and motionless on the back of his horse, his eyes on his comrade, waiting in tense expectancy for the moment when he would reach the clump of bushes and look down into the valley beyond and see the cause of those strange and terrible cries that had so suddenly and so fearfully startled them.
Bud, carrying his cocked rifle at trail, his form bent so that the least possible part of his body showed above the grass of the hillside, ran swiftly until he had almost reached the brow of the hill and the clump of bushes. Then, crouching closer to the ground, he crept cautiously and slowly to the bushes and, gently working himself into their midst, carefully parted the branches in front of his face until he had a clear view of the little valley below. At the first sight he uttered an exclamation of surprise and wrath and threw his rifle to his shoulder; but, with a regretful shake of his head, he almost instantly lowered the gun, and, turning quickly about, motioned excitedly for Thure to advance with the horses and started on the run to meet him.
"Indians! Is it Indians?" Thure cried anxiously, the moment Bud was at his side.
"No," panted the boy, as he leaped into his saddle. "It's El Feroz; and if I've got anything to say about it, he has made his last kill. Come on," and his eyes glinted with wrath and excitement, as he dug his spurs into the flanks of Gray Cloud and galloped furiously up the hill.
"El Feroz! Bully!" and Thure, with an exultant yell, struck the spurs into his horse and galloped along by his side.
At the top of the hill both boys pulled up their horses and looked down into the valley. The valley was small, not more than half a mile across, and through its center ran a little stream of water, fringed with bushes and small trees. On the near side of this fringe of trees and bushes and only a short distance from where our two young friends sat on the
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