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“I then proceeded to interview my fellow schoolmate, the plaintiff, Bernard Hayden; but he likewise received me with extreme ungraciousness, informing me that I had better mind my own business. Although thus repulsed, I was in no whit discouraged and I vowed I would not be baffled. “It was later in the evening that I f...
At this Davis betrayed such consternation that even the least acute could perceive beyond question that he was intensely alarmed. “Go on, Piper,” instructed Judge Trueworthy; “but do try to cut out some of the big words.” “As far as I could learn,” proceeded Sleuth, “not another person outside of those who were present...
“Is this the shred of cloth you found there, Piper?” questioned Lawyer Marsh, as he took a tiny three-cornered piece of fabric from amid the exhibits on the table and passed it to the witness. “That is the identical shred,” declared Sleuth positively, handing it back. “Close examination led me to the conclusion that th...
Shaking like a leaf, Spotty lifted himself upon his pins. “Hold up your right hand,” requested the lawyer, stepping quickly toward him and seizing his wrist. “Here, Your Honor, you may see the torn place in this lad’s coat-sleeve, and you may also perceive beyond question that the shred of fabric discovered by Piper cl...
“Then arose some discussion over the silver piece, which the proprietor of the store stated amounted only to the value of twenty cents, but which the before-mentioned Davis had apparently fancied was a quarter. The instant Davis departed I hurried to Mr. Welcome and asked the privilege of examining that piece of money,...
“Your Honor,” said Sleuth, eager to proceed, “having learned from the lips of the said Davis that, after leaving the football field last night, he visited the room of the defendant while the said defendant was absent, I immediately arrived at the deduction that——” “Never mind your deductions, young man,” interrupted th...
A sob broke the silence; it came from Davis, who suddenly cried in a husky, choking voice: “Don’t arrest me—please don’t! I’ll confess! I’ll tell everything! I took the stuff from the lockers. I was sore on Eliot ’cause he fired me off the eleven. I was sore on everybody, I guess—Stone, too, ’cause he had made good. Bu...
------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER XXX. CLEAR SKIES. The case against Ben Stone broke down right there. Lawyer Frances held a hurried consultation with Lemuel Hayden and his son, and on his advice the charge against Ben was withdrawn and Stone was dismissed, exonerated.
The demonstration which followed was remarkable. People crowded around Ben and Jerry and insisted on shaking the former’s hand and telling him how pleased they were because his innocence had been established. His schoolmates thumped him on the back and would have carried him on their shoulders from the hall had he not ...
Mr. Bailey was not the only one who accompanied them. Leaving the courtroom, Ben and Jerry were escorted by a triumphal procession all the way to Mrs. Jones’ gate, where twenty boys cheered the acquitted lad, who paused upon the steps to look back at them, his plain face illumined by an expression of joy which made it ...
“Your deduction was all right, Sleuth,” laughed Roger Eliot, giving him a slap on the shoulder. “You’ve established your reputation as the greatest detective of modern times, Sherlock Holmes not excepted.” Even after the house was entered those boys were heard cheering for Stone as they marched back into the village. “...
“It seems that your father, in those years while he worked so privately in his home, was engaged upon a very clever invention, which he had practically perfected at the time of his unfortunate arrest. That invention fell into the hands of Asher Rand, who, on learning its value, was sorely tempted and kept its existence...
“Lands to mercy! Now ain’t that jest amazin’! Here I’ve been entertainin’ under my roof a couple of heirs to wealth! Three thousand dollars! Fifteen hundred dollars apiece! Why, it puts y’u both beyond the touch of the tooth of avarice. I guess folks ’round this town will set up an’ take notice when they hear about it....
Every cloud was gone from the sky, swept away to return no more. Ben Stone, whose appearance in Oakdale had been so unfavorable, whose days there had been so filled with trouble and strife, found himself the hero of the village and the coveted friend of those lads who had once regarded him with doubt and aversion. When...
Then the train bore him away. * * * * * He did come back. In less than two weeks he returned to finish his course at the academy, stopping, as before, at the home of the Widow Jones, but now having the best room in the house. ----------------------------------------------------------------------...
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Produced by Steven desJardins and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: Ben's Nugget by Horatio Alger Jr.] [Illustration: TURNING THE TABLES.] BEN'S NUGGET;
OR, A BOY'S SEARCH FOR FORTUNE. A Story of the Pacific Coast. BY
HORATIO ALGER, JR., AUTHOR OF "RAGGED DICK," "TATTERED TOM," "LUCK AND PLUCK," "BRAVE AND BOLD SERIES," ETC., ETC. THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO., PHILADELPHIA, CHICAGO, TORONTO. COPYRIGHT BY HORATIO ALGER, JR., 1882.
To Three San Francisco Boys, JOSEPH AND MAXEY SLOSS AND CLARENCE WALTER, THIS STORY
IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED. PREFACE. "Ben's Nugget" is the concluding volume of the Pacific Series. Though it is complete in itself, and may be read independently, the chief characters introduced will be recognized as old friends by the readers of "The Young Explorer," the volume just preceding, not omitting Ki Sing, ...
New York, May 19, 1882. CONTENTS. CHAPTER II. THE MISSING CHINAMAN 23 CHAPTER III. TWO GENTLEMEN OF THE ROAD 30
CHAPTER IV. KI SING IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY 38 CHAPTER V. FURTHER ADVENTURES OF BILL MOSELY 46 CHAPTER VI. AN UNEQUAL CONTEST 54 CHAPTER VII. TIED TO A TREE 62
CHAPTER VIII. TURNING THE TABLES 70 CHAPTER IX. BRADLEY'S SIGNAL VICTORY 78 CHAPTER X. "THE BEST OF FRIENDS MUST PART" 87 CHAPTER XI. PLANS FOR DEPARTURE 95
CHAPTER XII. THE PROFITS OF MINING 100 CHAPTER XIII. KI SING'S RIDE 104 CHAPTER XIV. GOLDEN GULCH HOTEL 113 CHAPTER XV. BILL MOSELY REAPPEARS 122
CHAPTER XVI. A TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE 131 CHAPTER XVII. LYNCH LAW 139 CHAPTER XVIII. AFTER THE EXECUTION 147 CHAPTER XIX. BEN WINS LAURELS AS A SINGER 151
CHAPTER XX. A LITTLE RETROSPECT 158 CHAPTER XXI. MR. CAMPBELL RECEIVES TIDINGS OF HIS WARD 165 CHAPTER XXII. A MORNING CALL 174 CHAPTER XXIII. A SECRET CONFERENCE 183
CHAPTER XXIV. MISS DOUGLAS RECEIVES A MESSAGE 188 CHAPTER XXV. WALKING INTO A TRAP 195 CHAPTER XXVI. A HARD-HEARTED JAILER 201 CHAPTER XXVII. A STAR IN THE CLOUD 210
CHAPTER XXVIII. JONES CHECKMATES ORTON CAMPBELL 219 CHAPTER XXIX. A WEDDING RECEPTION 229 CHAPTER XXX. THE NUGGET 237 CHAPTER XXXI. JOB STANTON'S MISTAKE 246
CHAPTER XXXII. THE HOUSE IS MORTGAGED 255 CHAPTER XXXIII. THE BLOW ABOUT TO FALL 260 CHAPTER XXXIV. CONCLUSION 265 BEN'S NUGGET;
OR, A BOY'S SEARCH FOR FORTUNE. CHAPTER I. THE MOUNTAIN-CABIN.
"What's the news, Ben? You didn't happen to bring an evenin' paper, did you?" The speaker was a tall, loose-jointed man, dressed as a miner in a garb that appeared to have seen considerable service. His beard was long and untrimmed, and on his head he wore a Mexican sombrero. This was Jake Bradley, a rough but good-hea...
"No, Jake," he answered with a smile, "I didn't meet a newsboy." "There ain't many in this neighborhood, I reckon," said Bradley. "I tell you, Ben, I'd give an ounce of dust for a New York or Boston paper. Who knows what may have happened since we've been confined here in this lonely mountain-hut? Uncle Sam may have go...
"I don't think we can complain, Jake," said Ben, turning to a pleasanter subject. "We've made considerable money out of Mr. Dewey's claim." "That's so. The three weeks we've spent here haven't been thrown away, by a long chalk. We shall be pretty well paid for accommodatin' Dick Dewey by stayin' and takin' care of him....
"Excuse me, Jake," said Ben; "that's what I meant to say, but I was thinking of Mr. Dewey and that's how I happened to call you Mister." "That's a different matter. Dick's got a kind of dignity, so that it seems natural to call him Mister; but as for me, I'm Jake Bradley, not a bad sort of fellow, but I don't wear stor...
"The gold-dust." "Oh yes. Well, I should say that the dust we've got out must be worth nigh on to five hundred dollars." "So much as that?" asked Ben, his eyes sparkling. "Yes, all of that. That claim of Dewey's is a splendid one, and no mistake. I think we ought to pay him a commission for allowing us to work it."
"I think so too, Jake." They were sitting outside the rude hut which had been roughly put together on the summit of the mountain. The door was open, and what they said could be heard by the occupant, who was stretched on a hard pallet in one corner of the cabin. "Come in, you two," he called out. "Sartin, Dick," said B...
"What was that you were saying just now?" asked Richard Dewey. "Tell him, Ben," said Bradley. "Jake was saying that we ought to pay you a commission on the gold-dust we took from your claim, Mr. Dewey," said our hero, for that is Ben's position in our story. "Why should you?" asked Dewey.
"Because it's yours. You found it, and you ought to get some good of it." "So I have, Jake. In the first place, I got a thousand dollars out of it before I fell sick--that is, sprained my ankle." "But you ain't gettin' anything out of it now." "I think I am," said Dewey, smiling and looking gratefully at his two friend...
"We don't want to be paid for that, Dick." "I know that, Bradley; but I don't call it paying you to let you work the claim which I don't intend to work myself." "But you would work it if you were well." "No, I wouldn't," answered Dewey, with energy. "I would leave this place instantly and take the shortest path to San ...
"To see the gal that sent us out after you?" "Yes. But, Jake, suppose you call her the young lady." "Of course. You mustn't mind me, Dick. I don't know much about manners. I was raised kind of rough, and never had no chance to learn politeness. Ben, here, knows ten times as much as I do about how to behave among fashio...
"Oh, well, you know how to talk. Besides, didn't you bring out Miss Douglas from the States?" "She brought me," said Ben. "It seems to me we are wandering from the subject," said Dewey. "It was a piece of good luck for me when you two happened upon this cabin where I lay helpless, with no one to look after me but Ki Si...
"So he did. He is a good fellow, if he is a Chinaman, and far more grateful than many of his white brothers; but I was sighing for the sight of one of my own color, who would understand my wants better than that poor fellow, faithful as he is." "I reckon the news we brought you helped you some, Dick," said Jake Bradley...
"Yes; my ankle is much stronger than it was. Yesterday I walked about the cabin, and even went out of doors. I felt rather tired afterward, but it didn't hurt me." "All you want is a little patience, Dick. You mustn't get up too soon. A sprain is worse than a break, so I've often heard: I can't say I know from experien...
"I hope so. If I could only write to Florence and let her know where and how I am, I wouldn't mind so much the waiting." "Don't worry about her. She's in 'Frisco, where nothing can't happen to her," said Bradley, whose loose grammar I cannot recommend my young readers to imitate. "I am not sure about that. Her guardian...
Some of my readers may desire to know more about Dewey and his two friends, and I will sketch for their benefit the events to which Bradley referred. Florence Douglas was the ward of the Albany merchant, John Campbell, who by the terms of her father's will was entrusted with the care of her large property till she had ...
In the next chapter I will briefly explain Ben's position, and the object which brought him to California, and then we shall be able to proceed with our story. CHAPTER II. THE MISSING CHINAMAN. If Florence Douglas was an heiress, our young hero, Ben Stanton, was likewise possessed of property, though his inheritance wa...
In this he was disappointed, but he had the good fortune to meet Miss Florence Douglas, by whom he was invited to accompany her to California as her escort, his expenses of course being paid by his patroness. It is needless to say that Ben accepted this proposal with alacrity, and, embarking on a steamer, landed in les...
"I'll take your word for it, Jake," returned Ben, smiling. "Won't you take a whiff? You don't know how soothin' it is." "I don't need to be soothed, Jake. I'm glad you enjoy it, but I don't envy you a particle." "Well, p'r'aps you're right, Ben. Our old doctor used to say smokin' wasn't good for boys, but I've smoked m...
"There's something I'd like better than smoking just now," said Ben. "What's that?" "Eating supper." "Just so. I wonder where that heathen Ki Sing is?"
Ki Sing was cook and general servant to the little party, and performed his duties in a very satisfactory manner--better than either Ben or Bradley could have done--and left his white employers freer to work at the more congenial occupation of searching for gold. "Ki Sing is unusually late," said Richard Dewey. "I wond...
"Maybe Ki Sing has found another place," suggested Ben, jocosely. "He is faithful; I will vouch for that," said Dewey. "I am more afraid that he has met with some accident--like mine, for instance." "You won't catch a Chinaman spraining his ankle," said Bradley; "they're too spry for that. They'll squeeze through where...
"I can't say I like 'em much myself," said Bradley; "but I don't mind saying that Ki Sing is a gentleman. He is the best heathen I know of, and if I should come across any fellow harmin' him I reckon I'd be ready to take a hand myself." "We couldn't get along very well without him, Jake," said Ben. "That's where you're...
It may be explained here that Richard Dewey had at one time rescued Ki Sing from some rough companions who had made up their minds to cut off the Chinaman's queue, thereby, in accordance with Chinese custom, preventing him ever returning to his native country. It was the thought of this service that had prompted Ki Sin...
"I'll go with you, Jake," said Ben, rising from the ground on which he was seated. "You'd better stay with Dick Dewey," said Bradley; "maybe he'll want you." "I forgot that. Yes, I will stay." "No; I would rather you would go with Bradley," said the invalid. "Two will stand a better chance of success than one. I sha'n'...
"Just as you say, Dick.--Well, Ben, let's start along. I reckon we'll find Ki Sing before long, and then we'll have some supper." As the two started on their errand Richard Dewey breathed a sigh of relief. "I really believe I'm getting attached to Ki Sing," he said to himself. "He's a good fellow, if he is a Chinaman, ...
TWO GENTLEMEN OF THE ROAD. Perhaps two hours earlier two horsemen might have been seen riding slowly over a lower slope of the mountain. The horses they bestrode were of the Mexican breed, or, in common parlance, mustangs. They were themselves dressed in Mexican style, and bore a strong resemblance to bandits as we are...
"I should say so," answered Hadley, who was wont by this phrase to echo the sentiments expressed by his companion and leader. "I wouldn't have come up here if it had proved safe to stay lower down," continued Bill Mosely. "That last man we relieved of his gold-dust might prove troublesome if we should fall in with him ...
As he spoke he drew from his pocket a good-sized bag which appeared to be nearly full of dust. "There must be several hundred dollars' worth there," he said, complacently. He expected to hear Hadley answer in his usual style, but was disappointed. "When are we going to divide?" asked Hadley, with an expression of inter...
"I should say so. No, I would prefer to take charge of my part," said Hadley, "or at least to carry the bag part of the time." Bill Mosely frowned darkly, and he brought his hand near the pocket in which he carried his pistol. "Hadley," he said, sternly, "do you doubt my honor?" "I should say--not," answered Tom Hadley...
"I've heard all that before," said Tom Hadley, rather impatiently. It was quite true, for this was the style in which Bill Mosely was accustomed to address new acquaintances. It had not succeeded with Jake Bradley, who had enough knowledge of human nature to detect the falsity of Mosely's pretensions and the sham chara...
"'Tis well," said Mosely, waving his hand. "You know it and you believe it. I'm a bad man to insult, I am. I generally chaw up them that stand in my way." Tom Hadley was really a braver man than Mosely, and he answered obstinately, "Give me half that gold-dust, or I'll take it." Bill Mosely saw his determined face and ...
He produced a pouch, and Bill Mosely, much against his will, was compelled to divide the contents of the stolen bag, managing, however, to retain the larger share himself. "I don't want to quarrel with a friend," said Bill, more mildly, "but you don't act friendly to-day." "It's all right now," said Hadley, satisfied. ...
"You couldn't ride both," answered Tom Hadley, with practical good sense. "I wonder where the fellows are we took them from?" said Mosely, with a change of subject. "The man was a regular fire-eater: I wouldn't like to meet him again." "I should say so," chimed in Hadley, emphatically. Bradley had paid Mosely in his ow...
"I wonder what became of them?" continued Mosely, thoughtfully. As Tom Hadley's special phrase could not come in here appropriately, he forbore to make any remark. "He thought he would scare me by his fierce talk," said Mosely, who would hardly have spoken so confidently had he known that Bradley was only two miles dis...
"I'm a hard man to handle," continued Mosely, complacently, relapsing into the style of talk which he most enjoyed. "I'm as bad as they make 'em." "I should say so," chimed in Tom Hadley; and there was nothing doubtful in his tone now. Bill Mosely looked at him as if he suspected there was something suspicious under th...
There was something equivocal in this speech, and Bill Mosely looked vexed. "Can't you say anything but that?" he grumbled. "It looks as if you doubted my statement. No man doubt my word--and lives." Tom Hadley merely shrugged his shoulders. He was not a man of brilliant intellectual ability or of rare penetration, but...
They had met no one for some hours, and did not look for an encounter with anything wearing the semblance of humanity, when all at once Tom Hadley uttered an exclamation. "What is it, Tom?" asked Mosely. "Look there!" was the only answer, as Hadley, with outstretched finger, pointed to a Chinaman walking slowly up the ...
"I should say so," echoed Hadley. Mosely urged his mustang to greater speed, and soon overtook Ki Sing, for it was Richard Dewey's attendant whom the two adventurers had fallen in with. CHAPTER IV. KI SING IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY.
Ki Sing turned when he heard the sound of horses' feet, for in that mountain-solitude such a sound was unusual. He was not reassured by the appearance of the two men, whose intention seemed to be to overtake him, and he turned aside from the path with the intention of getting out of the way. "Stop there, you heathen!" ...
Ki Sing did not exactly comprehend this speech, but answered mildly, "How do, Melican man?" "How do?" echoed Bill Mosely, laughing rather boisterously.--"Tom, the heathen wants to know how I do.--Well, heathen, I'm so's to be around, and wouldn't mind chawing up a dozen Chinamen. Where do you live?" "Up mountain," answ...
The Chinaman pointed in the right direction. "What do you do for a living?" "Wait on Melican man--cookee, washee." "So you are a servant to a white man, John?"
"Yes, John." "Don't you call me John, you yellow mummy! I'm not one of your countrymen, I reckon.--What do you say to that, Tom? The fellow's gettin' familiar." "I should say so," remarked Tom Hadley, with his usual originality. "What's the name of the Melican man you work for?" continued Mosely, after a slight pause.
"Dickee Dewee," answered Ki Sing, repeating the familiar name applied by Bradley to the invalid. The name seemed still more odd as the Chinaman pronounced it. "Well, he's got a queer name, that's all I can say," continued Mosely. "What's your name?" "Ki Sing." "Ki Sing? How's Mrs. Ki Sing?" asked Mosely, who was dispos...
"Me got no wifee," said the Chinaman, stolidly. "Then you're in the market. Do you want to marry?" "Me no want to mally?" "So much the worse for the ladies. Well, as to this Dickee, as you call him? What does he do?"
"He sick--lie down on bedee." "He's sick, is he? What's the matter with him?" "Fall down and hurt leggee." "Oh, that was it? What did he do before he hurt himself?"
"Dig gold." Bill Mosely became more interested. "Did he find much gold?" he asked eagerly. "Yes, muchee," answered Ki Sing, unsuspiciously. "Does he keep it with him?"
Bill Mosely betrayed a little too much interest when he asked this question, and the Chinaman, hitherto unsuspicious, became on his guard. "Why you wantee know?" he asked shrewdly. "Do you dare give me any of your back talk, you yellow heathen?" exclaimed Mosely, angrily. "Answer my question, or I'll chaw you up in les...
"You know well enough. Where does this Dickee keep the gold he found before he met with an accident?" "He no tellee me," answered Ki Sing. This might be true, so that Mosely did not feel sure that the Chinaman's ignorance was feigned. Still, he resolved to push the inquiry, in the hope of eliciting some information tha...
Ki Sing looked particularly vacant as he expressed his ignorance on this subject. "Has he got a cabin up there?" asked Mosely. "Yes." "And how far might it be?"
"Long way," answered Ki Sing, who wished to divert Mosely from the plan which the faithful servant could see he had in view. Bill Mosely was keen enough to understand the Chinaman's meaning, and answered, "Long or not, I will go and see your master. I am a doctor," he added, winking to Hadley, "and perhaps I can help h...
"Lead the way, John," said Mosely. "Where me go?" asked the Chinaman innocently. "Go? Go to the cabin where your master lives, and that by the shortest path. Do you hear?" "Yes."