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he　had　hitherto　overlooked。　　He　did　not　know　that　it　was　a

〃flashing〃　mirror　used　in　topographical　observation；　which　had

slipped　from　the　surveyors'　instruments　when　they　abandoned　the

raft；　but　his　excited　faculties　instinctively　detected　its　value　to

him。　　He　lifted　it；　and；　facing　the　sun；　raised　it　at　different

angles　with　his　feeble　arms。　　But　the　effort　was　too　much　for　him；

the　raft　presently　seemed　to　be　whirling　with　his　movement；　and　he

again　fell。



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〃Ahoy　there！〃



The　voice　was　close　uponin　his　very　ears。　　He　opened　his　eyes。

The　sea　still　stretched　emptily　before　him；　the　dotting　sails　still

unchanged　and　distant。　　Yet　a　strange　shadow　lay　upon　the　raft。　　He

turned　his　head　with　difficulty。　　On　the　opposite　sideso　close

upon　him　as　to　be　almost　over　his　headthe　great　white　sails　of　a

schooner　hovered　above　him　like　the　wings　of　some　enormous　sea

bird。　　Then　a　heavy　boom　swung　across　the　raft；　so　low　that　it

would　have　swept　him　away　had　he　been　in　an　upright　position；　the

sides　of　the　vessel　grazed　the　raft　and　she　fell　slowly　off。　　A

terrible　fear　of　abandonment　took　possession　of　him；　he　tried　to

speak；　but　could　not。　　The　vessel　moved　further　away；　but　the　raft

followed！　　He　could　see　now　it　was　being　held　by　a　boat…hook；

could　see　the　odd；　eager　curiosity　on　two　faces　that　were　raised

above　the　taffrail；　and　with　that　sense　of　relief　his　eyes　again

closed　in　unconsciousness。



A　feeling　of　chilliness；　followed　by　a　grateful　sensation　of

drawing　closer　under　some　warm　covering；　a　stinging　taste　in　his

mouth　of　fiery　liquor　and　the　aromatic　steam　of　hot　coffee；　were

his　first　returning　sensations。　　His　head　and　neck　were　swathed　in

coarse　bandages；　and　his　skin　stiffened　and　smarting　with　soap。　　He

was　lying　in　a　rude　berth　under　a　half…deck　from　which　he　could　see

the　sky　and　the　bellying　sail；　and　presently　a　bearded　face　filled

with　rough　and　practical　concern　that　peered　down　upon　him。



〃Hulloo！　comin'　round；　eh？　　Hold　on！〃　　The　next　moment　the　stranger

had　leaped　down　beside　Elijah。　　He　seemed　to　be　an　odd　mingling　of

the　sailor　and　ranchero　with　the　shrewdness　of　a　seaport　trader。



〃Hulloo；　boss！　　What　was　it？　　A　free　fight；　or　a　wash…out？〃



〃A　wash…out！〃*　　Elijah　grasped　the　idea　as　an　inspiration。　　Yes；

his　cabin　had　been　inundated；　he　had　taken　to　a　raft；　had　been

knocked　off　twice　or　thrice；　and　had　lost　everythingeven　his

revolver！





*　A　mining　term　for　the　temporary　inundation　of　a　claim　by　flood；

also　used　for　the　sterilizing　effect　of　flood　on　fertile　soil。





The　man　looked　relieved。　　〃Then　it　ain't　a　free　fight；　nor　havin'

your　crust　busted　and　bein'　robbed　by　beach　combers；　eh？〃



〃No；〃　said　Elijah；　with　his　first　faint　smile。



〃Glad　o'　that；〃　said　the　man　bluntly。　　〃Then　thar　ain't　no　police

business　to　tie　up　to　in　'Frisco？　　We　were　stuck　thar　a　week　once；

just　because　we　chanced　to　pick　up　a　feller　who'd　been　found　gagged

and　then　thrown　overboard　by　wharf　thieves。　　Had　to　dance

attendance　at　court　thar　and　lost　our　trip。〃　　He　stopped　and　looked

half…pathetically　at　the　prostrate　Elijah。　　〃Look　yer！　ye　ain't

just　dyin'　to　go　ashore　NOW　and　see　yer　friends　and　send　messages；

are　ye？〃



Elijah　shuddered　inwardly；　but　outwardly　smiled　faintly　as　he

replied；　〃No！〃



〃And　the　tide　and　wind　jest　servin'　us　now；　ye　wouldn't　mind

keepin'　straight　on　with　us　this　trip？〃



〃Where　to？〃　asked　Elijah。



〃Santy　Barbara。〃



〃No；〃　said　Elijah；　after　a　moment's　pause。　　〃I'll　go　with　you。〃



The　man　leaped　to　his　feet；　lifted　his　head　above　the　upper　deck；

shouted　〃Let　her　go　free；　Jerry！〃　and　then　turned　gratefully　to　his

passenger。　　〃Look　yer！　　A　wash…out　is　a　wash…out；　I　reckon；　put　it

any　way　you　like；　it　don't　put　anything　back　into　the　land；　or

anything　back　into　your　pocket　afterwards；　eh？　　No！　　And　yer　well

out　of　it；　pardner！　　Now　there's　a　right　smart　chance　for　locatin'

jest　back　of　Santy　Barbara；　where　thar　ain't　no　God…forsaken　tules

to　overflow；　and　ez　far　ez　the　land　and　licker　lies　ye　'needn't

take　any　water　in　yours'　ef　ye　don't　want　it。　　You　kin　start　fresh

thar；　pardner；　and　brail　up。　　What's　the　matter　with　you；　old　man；

is　only　fever　'n'　agur　ketched　in　them　tules！　　I　kin　see　it　in　your

eyes。　　Now　you　hold　on　whar　you　be　till　I　go　forrard　and　see

everything　taut；　and　then　I'll　come　back　and　we'll　have　a　talk。〃



And　they　did。　　The　result　of　which　was　that　at　the　end　of　a　week's

tossing　and　seasickness；　Elijah　Curtis　was　landed　at　Santa　Barbara；

pale；　thin；　but　self…contained　and　resolute。　　And　having　found

favor　in　the　eyes　of　the　skipper　of　the　Kitty　Hawk；　general　trader；

lumber…dealer；　and　ranch…man；　a　week　later　he　was　located　on　the

skipper's　land　and　installed　in　the　skipper's　service。　　And　from

that　day；　for　five　years　Sidon　and　Tasajara　knew　him　no　more。





CHAPTER　IV。





It　was　part　of　the　functions　of　John　Milton　Harkutt　to　take　down

the　early　morning　shutters　and　sweep　out　the　store　for　his　father

each　day　before　going　to　school。　　It　was　a　peculiarity　of　this

performance　that　he　was　apt　to　linger　over　it；　partly　from　the　fact

that　it　put　off　the　evil　hour　of　lessons；　partly　that　he　imparted

into　the　process　a　purely　imaginative　and　romantic　element　gathered

from　his　latest　novel…reading。　　In　this　he　was　usually　assisted　by

one　or　two　school…fellows　on　their　way　to　school；　who　always　envied

him　his　superior　menial　occupation。　　To　go　to　school；　it　was　felt；

was　a　common　calamity　of　boyhood　that　called　into　play　only　the

simplest　forms　of　evasion；　whereas　to　take　down　actual　shutters　in

a　bona　fide　store；　and　wield　a　real　broom　that　raised　a　palpable

cloud　of　dust；　was　something　that　really　taxed　the　noblest

exertions。　　And　it　was　the　morning　after　the　arrival　of　the

strangers　that　Johh　Milton　stood　on　the　veranda　of　the　store

ostentatiously　examining　the　horizon；　with　his　hand　shading　his

eyes；　as　one　of　his　companions　appeared。



〃Hollo；　Milt！　wot　yer　doin'？〃



John　Milton　started　dramatically；　and　then　violently　dashed　at　one

of　the　shutters　and　began　to　detach　it。　　〃Ha！〃　he　said　hoarsely。

〃Clear　the　ship　for　action！　　Open　the　ports！　　On　deck　there！

Steady；　you　lubbers！〃　　In　an　instant　his　enthusiastic　school…fellow

was　at　his　side　attacking　another　shutter。　　〃A　long；　low　schooner

bearing　down　upon　us！　　Lively；　lads；　lively！〃　continued　John

Milton；　desisting　a　moment　to　take　another　dramatic　look　at　the

distant　plain。　　〃How　does　she　head　now？〃　he　demanded　fiercely。



〃Sou'　by　sou'east；　sir；〃　responded　the　other　boy；　frantically

dancing　before　the　window。　　〃But　she'll　weather　it。〃



They　each　then　wrested　another　shutter　away；　violently　depositing

them；　as　they　ran　to　and　fro；　in　a　rack　at　the　corner　of　the

veranda。　　Added　to　an　extraordinary　and　unnecessary　clattering　with

their　feet；　they　accompanied　their　movements　with　a　singular

hissing　sound；　supposed　to　indicate　in　one　breath　the　fury　of　the

elements；　the　bustle　of　the　eager　crew；　and　the　wild　excitement　of

the　coming　conflict。　　When　the　last　shutter　was　cleared　away；　John

Milton；　with　the　cry　〃Man　the　starboard　guns！〃　dashed　into　the

store；　whose　floor　was　marked　by　the　muddy　footprints　of　yesterday's

buyers；　seized　a　broom　and　began　to　sweep　violently。　　A　cloud　of

dust　arose；　into　which　his　companion　at　once　precipitated　himself

with　another　broom　and　a　loud　BANG！　to　indicate　the　somewhat　belated

sound　of　cannon。　　For　a　few　seconds　the　two　boys　plied　their　brooms

desperately　in　that　stifling　atmosphere；　accompanying　each　long

sweep　and　puff　of　dust　out　of　the　open　door　with　the　report　of

explosions　and　loud　HA'S！　of　defiance；　until　not　only　the　store；

but　the　veranda　was　obscured　with　a　cloud　which　the　morning　sun

struggled　vainly　to　pierce。　　In　the　midst　of　this　tumult　and　dusty

confusionhappily　unheard　and　unsuspected　in　the　secluded　domestic

interior　of　the　buildinga　shrill　little　voice　arose　from　the　road。



〃Think　you're　mighty　smart；　don't　ye？〃



The　two　naval　heroes　stopped　in　their　imaginary　fury。　　and；　as　the

dust　of　conflict　cleared　away；　recognized　little　Johnny　Peters

gazing　at　them　with　mingled　inquisitiveness　and　envy。



〃Guess　ye　don't　know　what　happened　down　the　run　last　night；〃　he

continued　impatiently。　　〃'Lige　Curtis　got　killed；　or　killed

hisself！　　Blood　all　over　the　rock　down　thar。　　Seed　it；　myseff。　　Dad

picked　up　his　six…shooter；one　barrel　gone　off。　　My　dad　was　the

first　to　find　it　out；　and　he's　bin　to　Squire　Kerby　tellin'　him。〃



The　two　companions；　albeit　burning　with　curiosity；　affected

indifference　and　pre…knowledge。



〃Dad　sez　your　father　druv　'Lige　outer　the　store　lass　night！　　Dad

sez　your　father's　'sponsible。　　Dad　sez　your　father　ez　good　ez

killed　him。　　Dad　sez　the　squire'll　set　the　constable　on　your

father。　　Yah！〃　　But　here　the　small　insulter　incontinently　fled；

pursued　by　both　the　boys。　　Nevertheless；　when　he　had　made　good　his

escape；　John　Milton　showed　neither　a　disposition　to　take　up　his

former　nautical　role；　nor　to　follow　his　companion　to　visit　the

sanguinary　scene　of　Elijah's　disappearance。　　He　walked　slowly　back

to　the　store　and　continued　his　work　of　sweeping　and　putting　in

order　with　an　abstracted　regularity；　and　no　trace　of　his　former

exuberant　spirits。



The　first　one　of　those　instinctive　fears　which　are　common　to

imaginative　children；　and　often　assume　the　functions　of　premonition；

had　taken　possession　of　him。　　The　oddity　of　his　father's　manner　the

evening　before；　which　had　only　half　consciously　made　its　indelible

impression　on　his　sensitive　fancy；　had　recurred　to　him　with　Johnny

Peters's　speech。　　He　had　no　idea　of　literally　accepting　the　boy's

charges；　he　scarcely　understood　their　gravity；　but　he　had　a

miserable　feeling　that　his　father's　anger　and　excitement　last　night

was　because　he　had　been　di