The Long Chance | Page 4

riding
breeches--and turned peremptorily to the mozo.
"Get those packs off, Joe, or Jim or whatever your name is, and be
quick--"
"You forget, old man," interjected the Desert Rat gently. "He doesn't
speak English, and if he did he wouldn't obey you. You see," he added
naively, "I've told him not to."
"Oh, well, I didn't mean anything. Don't be so touchy. Let's get busy,
for heaven's sake, and stake this claim."
The Desert Rat stretched himself with feline grace. "I'm sorry" he
replied with his tantalizing good-natured smile, "to be forced to object
to your use of the plural pronoun in conjunction with that certain tract,
piece and parcel of land known and described as the Baby Mine claim.
The fact of the matter is, I have already staked it. You see, I was
thinking of the little one that will be waiting for me in San Berdoo
when I get back. See the point? My baby--Baby Mine--rather a neat
play on words, don't you think?"
"Do you mean to say that I'm not in on this find?" demanded the man
from Boston.

"Your penetration is remarkable. I do."
"But such a course is outrageous. It's opposed--"
"Please do not argue with me. I found it. Naturally I claim it. I could
quote you verbatim the section of the mining law under which I am
entitled to maintain this high-handed--er--outrage; but why indulge in
such a dry subject? I found this claim, and since I don't feel generously
disposed this morning, I'm going to keep it."
"But I'm in the party with you. It seems to me that common justice--"
"For goodness' sake, Boston, don't throw up to me the sins of my past.
Of course you're in my party. That's my misfortune, not my fault. I
observed this little backbone of quartz and asked you to walk over here
with me for a look at it. You wouldn't come. You said your foot hurt
you. So I came alone. If you had been with me at the time, now, of
course that would have been different. But--"
"But I--well, in a measure--why, we're out here together, sort of
partners as it were, and--"
"The Lord forgive you, Boston. My partner! You never were and never
could be. I'm particular in the matter of partners. All Desert Rats in
good standing are. You're the last man on earth I'd have for my partner.
A partner shares the expenses of a trip and bears the hardships without
letting out a roar every half mile. A partner _sticks,_ Boston. He shares
his grub and his money and his last drop of water, and when that's gone
he'll die with you like a gentleman. That's what a partner does, but you
wouldn't do it."
"Well, I'm entitled to a half interest and I'll see that I get it," shrilled the
other furiously. "I'll sue you--"
"How about the Indian?"
"Why, he--he's--"

"Only an Indian, eh? Well, you're entitled to your point of view. Only
that mozo and I have slept under the same blanket so often--"
"You can't stop me from staking this claim, too" shouted the Boston
man, and shook his skinny little fist under the Desert Rat's nose. The
latter slapped him across the wrist.
"Pesky fly" he said.
"You can't stop me, I tell you."
"I can. But I won't. I'm not a bully."
"You think you can beat me out of my rights, do you? I'll show you. I'll
beat you out of your half before I'm through with you."
"On whose water!"
The bantering smile broadened to a grin--the graceless young desert
wanderer threw back his head and laughed.
"You're such a card, Boston" he chortled. "Such exquisite notions of
social usage I have never observed outside the peerage. Really, you
shouldn't be allowed to go visiting. You're unmannerly enough to ask
for a third helping to cake."
"I insist that I am entitled to a half interest in this claim. As you decline
to recognize my rights, I must take the matter in my own hands. I, too,
shall stake the claim and endeavor to get my location notice filed in the
land office before yours. If you haven't any sense of justice and
decency, I have."
"Oh, all right, fire away. I'll take you back to civilization and see that
you don't starve or die of thirst on the way. I'm not entirely heartless,
Boston. In the meantime, however, while you're staking the claim, it
occurs to me that I can gather together a very snug fortune in the next
day or two. There appears to be more gold than quartz in this
rock--some indeed, is the pure quill. All hands, including the jacks, will

go on a short ration of water from now on. Of course