Lone Pine: The Story of a Lost Mine

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Townshend Richard Baxter. Lone Pine: The Story of a Lost Mine

CHAPTER I. INDIAN LOVERS

CHAPTER II. A LONE HAND

CHAPTER III. BLASTING THE ACEQUIA

CHAPTER IV. A RACE WITH A MULE

CHAPTER V "OJOS AZULES NO MIRAN"

CHAPTER VI. AN OLD WOUND REOPENED

CHAPTER VII. DESDEMONA LISTENS

CHAPTER VIII. CHILDREN OF THE SUN

CHAPTER IX. A SQUAW FOR A FEE

CHAPTER X. AN ELOPEMENT

CHAPTER XI. MY DUCATS AND MY DAUGHTER

CHAPTER XII. PACIFYING A GHOST

CHAPTER XIII. A GIRL'S TEARS

CHAPTER XIV. A STERN CHASE

CHAPTER XV. THE ROD DESCENDS

CHAPTER XVI. THE FEE IS ACCEPTED

CHAPTER XVII. MADAM WHAILAHAY

CHAPTER XVIII. HUNTING A TRAIL

CHAPTER XIX. RUN TO GROUND

CHAPTER XX. THE WOLF'S LAIR

CHAPTER XXI. DRIVING A BARGAIN

CHAPTER XXII. A WOUNDED MAN

CHAPTER XXIII. A PICNIC PARTY

CHAPTER XXIV. WEIGHING THE SILVER

CHAPTER XXV. A PREHISTORIC HEARTH

CHAPTER XXVI. THE SNAKE'S VERDICT

CHAPTER XXVII. AULD ACQUAINTANCE

CHAPTER XXVIII. ELEVEN TO ONE

CHAPTER XXIX. PEACE WITH HONOUR

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A moon just past its first quarter was shining on the Indian pueblo of Santiago, so that one side of the main street (it only boasted four) was in deep shadow, while on the other the mud-built houses were made almost beautiful by the silver light. The walls on the bright side were curiously barred with the slanting shadows cast by low, broad ladders, which led from storey to storey of the terrace-like buildings, and by the projecting ends of the beams which supported their flat roofs. Outside each house, clear away from the wall, stood a great clay oven, in shape exactly like a gigantic beehive as tall as a man. In the deepest shadow on the dark side of the street, between one of these ovens and the wall, something was crouching. The street was deserted, for the Indians, who practise the precept "early to bed and early to rise," had long ago lain down to sleep on their sheepskins. But if anyone had gone up to the crouching something, he would have found a young Indian, with a striped blanket drawn completely over and around him so as to conceal everything except the keen eyes that peered watchfully out of the folds. There was no one to disturb him, however, and the bright moon of New Mexican skies sank lower and lower in the west, and yet he remained there motionless, except when now and again the night air, growing colder, caused the blanket to be gathered more closely to the body it was protecting.

Just as the moon dipped behind the western hills, the figure sprang up and darted forward. The long, untiring watch was over at last. From a hole in the opposite wall, a good deal higher than a man's head from the ground, a little hand and wrist were seen waving.

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"Oh, my darling," he sighed, "how can I be content with that? I want you for my very own. In my eyes you are more beautiful than the saints in the church, and they are not more wise and good than you. Why are things made so hard for us?"

"I do not know," she said softly; "nobody seems to be so unhappy as we are. But we can comfort each other ever so much. My step-mother will make me work like a slave all to-morrow, I know, but I shall have the thought of you to comfort me."

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