The Young Treasure Hunter | Page 5

be going to."
"No, I guess not. G'lang there, Hippopotamus!"
That name seemed to have no effect, either, and, with an exclamation of disgust, the old miner settled back in the saddle and let the donkey take its own time.
Fred found he could easily keep up with the small animal, and the miner chatted pleasantly until they came to New Strike. Then, at the suggestion of Mr. Gardner, the boy went to the superintendent of the stamp mills, to apply for a job.
"Let me know how you make out," said the miner, as he was about to part from the boy.
"Where will I find you?"
"Oh, I'm going to put up at the hotel. There's only one, so you won't have much trouble finding me. Just ask for Old Bill Gardner, and anybody'll point me out. Well, good luck."
"Thank you," answered Fred, as he started toward the stamping mills, the thundering noise of which could be heard for a long distance.
"Well, what can I do for you?" asked the superintendent sharply, as Fred entered the office.
"Do you want any boys to drive ore carts? I heard you did."
"We did, but we filled the last place about an hour ago."
Fred's heart sank. If he had been a little earlier, or if he had started sooner, he might now have had a good job.
"Is there anything else to do around here?" he asked. "I would be glad to get work of any kind."
"I'm afraid I haven't anything for any one as young as you."
"I am quite strong, though I am only seventeen years old."
"Yes, I must admit you seem a sturdy lad, but, I am sorry to say, I can't give you any work. If you leave your name and address I'll send for you, when there is anything."
"Thank you," replied Fred, and he wrote them on a piece of paper the manager gave him.
"If you were a man now, I could give you work in the mine. But I can't put boys in there. Have you had any experience in mining?"
"No, but I know something about it from hearing my father tell about it. He is a miner."
"What is his name?"
Fred told him, and found that, while the manager did not know Mr. Stanley, he had heard of him.
"I wish, for your father's sake, I could give you work," he said. "I'll keep you in mind, and you shall have the first job that is open."
"Thank you. I shall try some other places here."
"I would, if I were you, and you can refer to me."
"That is very kind of you."
Fred bade the manager good-morning, and started off to see if there was not work elsewhere for him. But he found that either all the places were filled, or that, when there was work, it was of such a nature that he could not do it.
Somewhat discouraged, he sat down in a shady place to eat his simple lunch, and, after a drink from a spring, he felt refreshed.
Early that afternoon he had exhausted the possibilities of work in New Strike.
"I think I'll start back home," he said. "There's no use bothering to look up Mr. Gardner."
The truth was he disliked to tell the old miner he had not succeeded in getting work. So Fred started off on his long tramp back to Piddock.
But, as he was passing along the main, and, in truth, the only street of the town, a voice hailed him.
"Hold on there, Fred," was the cry, and he turned to see the old miner beckoning to him, from in front of the "Imperial Hotel," as a sign in front of the one-storied building indicated it to be. "Wait a minute. I want to speak to you!"
CHAPTER III
THE BURIED TREASURE STORY
Fred turned and walked toward the hotel, the old miner advancing to meet him.
"Well," asked Mr. Gardner, "how'd you make out?"
"I didn't make out at all."
"Pshaw! That's too bad. What are you going to do now?"
"Go back home."
"I wish I could help you. Do you need work very much?"
"Well, I have to help support the house since my father met with that accident."
"That's so. Shucks! Why ain't I rich? Then I could help my old friend."
"I don't think my father would take money that he or I did not earn."
"No, that's right, he wouldn't. But if I was rich I could give you a job. As it is I can't do any more than offer to grub-stake you, or let you come prospecting with me."
"Thank you very much for the offer, but I don't believe I could do it. We need money right away, and I must earn it--somehow."
"But how are you going to?"
"That's what I don't know," and Fred spoke a little discouragedly. "I must try some other camp, I suppose."
"Yes, I guess that's the only way. But say, won't you