The Long Chance | Page 3

and imposed on my hospitality, and it's got to stop.
I don't need you; I don't care for you; I think you're a renegade
four-flusher, bluffing on no pair, and if I had known what a nasty little
old woman you are I'd never have opened negotiations with you. Now,
you chirk up, Boston, and smile and try to be a good sport, or I'll work
you over and make a man out of you. Savvy?"
Thoroughly squelched, the malingerer flushed, mumbled an apology
and held out his hand. The Desert Rat took it, a little sorry that he had
not been more temperate in his language.
"All right, we'll bury the hatchet" he said generously. "Maybe I'm a
little too exacting and hard to get along with. I've got more on my brain
than this prospect hole, and I'm worried. When I left the wife at San
Berdoo we were expecting an arrival in camp, and--well, we were right
down to bed-rock, and as it was a case of go now or never with you, I
had to bring you in here or perhaps lose the opportunity for a fortune.
She wanted me to go. She's a mighty brave little woman. You don't
happen to be a married man, do you? With kids? I've got--"
The Indian had paused and was pointing with his gad to the south.
Miles and miles away a great yellow cloud was gathering on the
horizon, shutting out the sunlight and advancing with incredible speed.
"Sandstorm" warned the Desert Rat, and spoke quickly to the mozo in
Spanish. The latter at once turned the cavalcade of burros toward the
hills, less than a mile distant; shouting and beating the heavily laden
little beasts into a trot, the party scurried for the shelter of a rocky draw
before the sandstorm should be upon them.

They won. Throughout that day and night they camped up the draw,
safe from the sand blast. Early next morning the wind had subsided and
with the exception of some slight changes in topography due to the
sandstorm, the desert was the same old silent pulseless mystery.
The party resumed its journey. While the Easterner remained with the
Indian, the Desert Rat circled out into the open, heading for a little
backbone of quartz which rose out of the sand. He had not noticed this
exposed ledge during their flight into the draw, and it was evident that
the sandstorm had exposed it.
Suddenly the mozo uttered a low "Whoa," and the burros halted. Off in
the sage and sand the Desert Rat was standing with upraised arm, as a
signal for them to halt and wait for him. For nearly half an hour he
circled around, stepping off distances and building monuments.
Presently, apparently having completed his investigations, he beckoned
the rest of his party to approach.
"What's up?" demanded the Boston man the moment he and the Indian
arrived.
"I've just found Jake Revenner's lost claim. It's one of these
marvelously rich ledges that have been discovered and located and lost
and found and lost again, and cost scores of human lives. The
sandstorms expose them and cover them up again, and after a storm--as
now--the contour of the desert is so changed that a man, having staked
his claim and gone out for grub, can't find the claim when he comes
back. It was that way with the Nigger Ben placer. It's been found and
lost half a dozen times. There was a claim discovered out here by a man
named Jake Revenner, but he lost it and blew out his brains in sheer
disgust. I have just stumbled across one of his monuments with his old
location notices buried in a can. The late sandstorm uncovered the
ledge, and it looks 'fat' enough for yours truly. _Mira?_"
He tossed a sample to the Indian, and another of about the same size to
the white man. The latter lifted it, examined it closely and sat down. He
was quite excited.

"By thunder!" he managed to say. "We're in luck."
A slight smile flickered across the face of the Desert Rat, but his voice
was as calm and grave as usual.
"Yes, it's rich--very rich. There's a comfortable fortune lying exposed
on the surface. By the way, I think I shall pay you a liberal fee for your
lost time and abandon that prospect I was taking you in to see.
Compared with this, it's not worth considering."
"I should say you should abandon it" the other exulted. "You'd have a
fine time trying to get me away from this ledge now. Why, there's
millions in it, and I suggest we stake it out at once. Let's get busy."
He jumped up eagerly--from force of habit dusting the seat of his