Tom walked rapidly to the cashier's desk, and gave
Sunrise several hearty kisses.
"Boat's a-comin'!" shouted Cairo Jake, looking toward the place, half a mile below, where the creek emptied into the river. "See her smoke? Like 'nuff Tom Chafflin's on board. He wuz a-goin' to try to come back by the first boat, an' of course he's done it—jest his luck. Ef he'd only come sooner, somebody besides the preacher would hev got her—you kin just bet your bottom ounce on it. Let's go down an' see ef he's got any news."
Several miners dropped tools and pans, and followed Jake to the landing, and gave a hearty welcome to Tom Chafflin.
He certainly looked like anything but a lucky man; he was good-looking, and seemed smart, but his face wore a dismal expression, which seemed decidedly out of place on the countenance of a habitually lucky man.
"Things hain't gone right, Tom?" asked Cairo Jake.
"Never went worse," declared Tom, gloomily. "Guess I'll sell out, an' try my luck somewheres else."
"Ef you'd only come a little sooner!" sighed Jake, "you'd hev hed a chance that would hev made ev'rything seem to go right till Judgment Day. I'll show yer."
Jake opened the saloon-door, and there sat Sunrise, as bright, modest, and pleasant-looking as ever.
With the air of a man who has conferred a great benefit, and is calmly awaiting his rightful reward, Jake turned to Tom; but his expression speedily changed to one of hopeless wonder, and then to one of delight, as Tom Chafflin walked rapidly up to the cashier's desk, pushed the Dominie one side and the little scales the other, and gave Sunrise several very hearty kisses, to which the lady didn't make the slightest objection—in fact, she blushed deeply, and seemed very happy.