The Three Partners | Page 6

other ever since he's been on Heavy Tree Hill,"
responded Stacy.
"Ah, yes! True," said Van Loo. "But now"--
"Well--he's got money enough to marry, and he's going to marry."
"Rather young, isn't he?" said Van Loo, still deprecatingly. "And she's
got nothing. Used to wait on the table at her father's hotel in Boomville,
didn't she?"
"Yes. What of that? We all know it."
"Of course. It's an excellent thing for her--and her father. He'll have a
rich son-in-law. About two hundred thousand is his share, isn't it? I
suppose old Carter is delighted?"
Stacy had thought this before, but did not care to have it corroborated
by this superfine young foreigner. "And I don't reckon that Barker is

offended if he is," he said curtly as he turned away. Nevertheless, he
felt irritated that one of the three superior partners of Heavy Tree Hill
should be thought a dupe.
Suddenly the conversation dropped, the laughter ceased. Every one
turned round, and, by a common instinct, looked towards the door.
From the obscurity of the hill slope below came a wonderful tenor
voice, modulated by distance and spiritualized by the darkness:--
"When at some future day I shall be far away, Thou wilt be weeping,
Thy lone watch keeping."
The men looked at one another. "That's Jack Hamlin," they said.
"What's he doing here?"
"The wolves are gathering around fresh meat," said Steptoe, with his
coarse laugh and a glance at the treasure. "Didn't ye know he came over
from Red Dog yesterday?"
"Well, give Jack a fair show and his own game," said one of the old
locators, "and he'd clean out that pile afore sunrise."
"And lose it next day," added another.
"But never turn a hair or change a muscle in either case," said a third.
"Lord! I've heard him sing away just like that when he's been leaving
the board with five thousand dollars in his pocket, or going away
stripped of his last red cent."
Van Loo, who had been listening with a peculiar smile, here said in his
most deprecating manner, "Yes, but did you never consider the
influence that such a man has on the hard-working tunnelmen, who are
ready to gamble their whole week's earnings to him? Perhaps not. But I
know the difficulties of getting the Ditch rates from these men when he
has been in camp."
He glanced around him with some importance, but only a laugh
followed his speech. "Come, Frenchy," said an old locator, "you only

say that because your little brother wanted to play with Jack like a
grown man, and when Jack ordered him off the board and he became
sassy, Jack scooted him outer the saloon."
Van Loo's face reddened with an anger that had the apparent effect of
removing every trace of his former polished repose, and leaving only a
hard outline beneath. At which Demorest interfered:--
"I can't say that I see much difference in gambling by putting money
into a hole in the ground and expecting to take more from it than by
putting it on a card for the same purpose."
Here the ravishing tenor voice, which had been approaching, ceased,
and was succeeded by a heart-breaking and equally melodious
whistling to finish the bar of the singer's song. And the next moment
Jack Hamlin appeared in the doorway.
Whatever was his present financial condition, in perfect self-
possession and charming sang-froid he fully bore out his previous
description. He was as clean and refreshing looking as a madrono- tree
in the dust-blown forest. An odor of scented soap and freshly ironed
linen was wafted from him; there was scarcely a crease in his white
waistcoat, nor a speck upon his varnished shoes. He might have been
an auditor of the previous conversation, so quickly and completely did
he seem to take in the whole situation at a glance. Perhaps there was an
extra tilt to his black-ribboned Panama hat, and a certain dancing
devilry in his brown eyes--which might also have been an answer to
adverse criticism.
"When I, his truth to prove, would trifle with my love," he warbled in
general continuance from the doorway. Then dropping cheerfully into
speech, he added, "Well, boys, I am here to welcome the little stranger,
and to trust that the family are doing as well as can be expected. Ah!
there it is! Bless it!" he went on, walking leisurely to the treasure.
"Triplets, too!--and plump at that. Have you had 'em weighed?"
Frankness was an essential quality of Heavy Tree Hill. "We were just
saying, Jack," said an old locator, "that, giving you a fair show and

your own game, you could manage to get away with that pile before
daybreak."
"And I'm just thinking," said Jack cheerfully, "that there were some of