He found there a knife smelling of dynamite, matches, a turquoise carved to what was plainly meant to be the form of a bad-tempered horse, and two small specimens of ore!
Altogether, the captain passed a wild and whirling night.
CHAPTER XIII
THE SIEGE OF DOUBLE MOUNTAIN (Continued)
“If the bowl had been stronger
My tale had been longer.”
—Mother Goose.
When the sun peeped over Rainbow Range, Captain Griffith bent over Tobe Long’s bed. His eyes were aching, burned and sunken; the lids twitched; his face was haggard and drawn—but he had arrived at an unalterable decision. This thing could not and should not go on. His brain reeled now—another such night would entitle him to state protection.
He shook Mr. Long roughly.