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"Well!"returned the leader,leaning back in his chair after carefully unloosing the buckle of his belt,but with his eyes also on the fire,--"well!we've prospected every yard of outcrop along the Divide,and there ain't the ghost of a silver indication anywhere.""Not a smell,"added the close-shaven guest,without raising his eyes.

They all remained silent,looking at the fire,as if it were the one thing they had taken into their confidence.Collinson also addressed himself to the blaze as he said presently:"It allus seemed to me that thar was something shiny about that ledge just round the shoulder of the spur,over the long canyon."The leader ejaculated a short laugh."Shiny,eh?shiny!Ye think THAT a sign?Why,you might as well reckon that because Key's head,over thar,is gray and silvery that he's got sabe and experience."As he spoke he looked towards the man with a pleasant voice.The fire shining full upon him revealed the singular fact that while his face was still young,and his mustache quite dark,his hair was perfectly gray.The object of this attention,far from being disconcerted by the comparison,added with a smile:--"Or that he had any silver in his pocket."

Another lapse of silence followed.The wind tore round the house and rumbled in the short,adobe chimney.

"No,gentlemen,"said the leader reflectively,"this sort o'thing is played out.I don't take no more stock in that cock-and-bull story about the lost Mexican mine.I don't catch on to that Sunday-school yarn about the pious,scientific sharp who collected leaves and vegetables all over the Divide,all the while he scientifically knew that the range was solid silver,only he wouldn't soil his fingers with God-forsaken lucre.I ain't saying anything agin that fine-spun theory that Key believes in about volcanic upheavals that set up on end argentiferous rock,but Isimply say that I don't see it--with the naked eye.And I reckon it's about time,boys,as the game's up,that we handed in our checks,and left the board."There was another silence around the fire,another whirl and turmoil without.There was no attempt to combat the opinions of their leader;possibly the same sense of disappointed hopes was felt by all,only they preferred to let the man of greater experience voice it.He went on:--"We've had our little game,boys,ever since we left Rawlin's a week ago;we've had our ups and downs;we've been starved and parched,snowed up and half drowned,shot at by road-agents and horse-thieves,kicked by mules and played with by grizzlies.We've had a heap o'fun,boys,for our money,but I reckon the picnic is about over.So we'll shake hands to-morrow all round and call it square,and go on our ways separately.""And what do you think you'll do,Uncle Dick?"said his close-shaven companion listlessly.

"I'll make tracks for a square meal,a bed that a man can comfortably take off his boots and die in,and some violet-scented soap.Civilization's good enough for me!I even reckon I wouldn't mind 'the sound of the church-going bell'ef there was a theatre handy,as there likely would be.But the wilderness is played out.""You'll be back to it again in six months,Uncle Dick,"retorted the other quickly.

Uncle Dick did not reply.It was a peculiarity of the party that in their isolated companionship they had already exhausted discussion and argument.A silence followed,in which they all looked at the fire as if it was its turn to make a suggestion.

"Collinson,"said the pleasant voice abruptly,"who lives in the hollow this side of the Divide,about two miles from the first spur above the big canyon?""Nary soul!"

"Are you sure?"

"Sartin!Thar ain't no one but me betwixt Bald Top and Skinner's--twenty-five miles."

"Of course,YOU'D know if any one had come there lately?"persisted the pleasant voice.

"I reckon.It ain't a week ago that I tramped the whole distance that you fellers just rode over.""There ain't,"said the leader deliberately,"any enchanted castle or cabin that goes waltzing round the road with revolving windows and fairy princesses looking out of 'em?"But Collinson,recognizing this as purely irrelevant humor,with possibly a trap or pitfall in it,moved away from the fireplace without a word,and retired to the adjoining kitchen to prepare supper.Presently he reappeared.

"The pork bar'l's empty,boys,so I'll hev to fix ye up with jerked beef,potatoes,and flapjacks.Ye see,thar ain't anybody ben over from Skinner's store for a week.""All right;only hurry up!"said Uncle Dick cheerfully,settling himself back in his chair,"I reckon to turn in as soon as I've rastled with your hash,for I've got to turn out agin and be off at sun-up."They were all very quiet again,--so quiet that they could not help noticing that the sound of Collinson's preparations for their supper had ceased too.Uncle Dick arose softly and walked to the kitchen door.Collinson was sitting before a small kitchen stove,with a fork in his hand,gazing abstractedly before him.At the sound of his guest's footsteps he started,and the noise of preparation recommenced.Uncle Dick returned to his chair by the fire.Leaning towards the chair of the close-shaven man,he said in a lower voice:--"He was off agin!"

"What?"

"Thinkin'of that wife of his."

"What about his wife?"asked Key,lowering his voice also.

The three men's heads were close together.