“Do you think?” she asked, “that there will be a great rush when they hear about your strike down in Moroni? Because then I’ll have to go–I can’t practice the way I have been with the whole town filled up with miners. And everything will be changed–I’d almost rather it wouldn’t happen, and have things the way they are now. Of course I’ll be glad for father’s sake, because he’s awfully worried about money; but sometimes I think we’re happier the way we are than we will be when we’re all of us rich. What will be the first thing you’ll do?”
“Well,” began Denver, his eyes still on the road, “the first thing is to open her up. There’s no use trying to interest outside capital until you’ve got some ore in sight. Then I’ll go over to Globe to a man that I know and come back with a hundred thousand dollars. That’s right–I know him well, and he knows me–and he’s told me repeatedly if I find anything big enough he’s willing to put that much into it. He came up from nothing, just an ordinary miner, but now he’s got money in ten different banks, and a hundred thousand dollars is nothing to him. But his time is valuable, can’t stop to look at prospects; so the first thing I do is to open up that mine until I can show a big deposit of copper. The silver and lead will pay all the 144expenses–and you wait, when that ore gets down to the smelter I’ll bet there’ll be somebody coming up here. It runs a thousand ounces to the ton or I’m a liar, the way I’ve sorted it out; but of course old Murray and the rest of ’em will rob me. I don’t expect more than three hundred dollars.”
“Isn’t it wonderful,” murmured Drusilla, “and to think it all happened just from having your fortune told! I’m going over to Globe before I start back East and get her to tell my fortune, too; but of course it can’t be as wonderful as yours–you must have been just born lucky.”
“Well, maybe I was,” said Denver with a shrug, “but it isn’t all over yet–I still stand a chance to lose. And she told me some other things that are not so pleasant–sometimes I wish I’d never gone near her.”
“Oh, what are they?” she asked in a hushed eager voice; but Denver ignored the question. Never, not even to his dearest friend, would he tell the forecasting of his death; and as for dearest friends, if he ever had another pardner he could never trust him a minute. The chance slipping of a pick, a missed stroke with a hammer, any one of a thousand trivial accidents, and the words of the prophecy would come to pass–he would be killed before his time. But if he favored one man no more than another, if he avoided his former pardners and friends, then he might live to be one of the biggest mining men in the country and to win Drusilla for his wife.
145“I’ll tell you,” he said meditatively, “you’d better keep away from her. A man does better without it. Suppose she’d tell you, for instance, that you’d get killed in a cave like she did Jack Chambers over in Globe; you’d be scared then, all the time you were under ground–it ruins a man for a miner. No, it’s better not to know it at all. Just go ahead, the best you know how, and play your cards to win, and I’ll bet it won’t be but a year or two until you’re a regular operatic star. They’ll be selling your records for three dollars apiece, and all those managers will be bidding for you; but if Mother Trigedgo should tell you some bad news it might hurt you–it might spoil your nerve.”
“Oh, did she tell you something?” cried Drusilla apprehensively. “Do tell me what it was! I won’t breathe it to a soul; and if you could share it with some friend, don’t you think it would ease your mind?”
Denver looked at her slowly, then he turned away and shook his head in refusal.
“Oh, Denver!” she exclaimed as she sensed the significance of it, and before he knew it she was patting his work-hardened hand. “I’m sorry,” she said, “but if ever I can help you I want you to let me know. Would it help to have me for a friend?”
“A friend!” he repeated, and then he drew back and the horror came into his eyes. She was his friend already, the dearest friend he had–was she destined then to kill him?