R. M. Ballantyne
Twice Bought
Chapter One
Honesty is the best policy, Tom, you may depend on it, said a youth to his companion, one afternoon, as they walked along the margin of one of those brawling rivulets which, born amid the snows of the Rocky Mountain peaks, run a wild and plunging course of many miles before finding comparative rest in the celebrated goldfields of Oregon.
I dont agree with you, Fred, said Tom, sternly; and I dont believe in the proverb you have quoted. The worlds maxims are not all gospel.
You are right, Tom; many of them are false; nevertheless, some are founded on gospel truth.
It matters not, returned Tom, angrily. I have made up my mind to get back from that big thief Gashford what he has stolen from me, for it is certain that he cheated at play, though I could not prove it at the time. It is impossible to get it back by fair means, and I hold it quite allowable to steal from a thief, especially when that which you take is your own.
Fred Westly shook his head, but did not reply. Many a time had he reasoned with his friend, Tom Brixton, about the sin of gambling, and urged him to be content with the result of each days digging for gold, but his words had no effect. Young Brixton had resolved to make a fortune rapidly. He laboured each day with pick and shovel with the energy of a hero and the dogged perseverance of a navvy, and each night he went to Lantrys store to increase his gains by gambling. As a matter of course his luck, as he called it, varied. Sometimes he returned to the tent which he shared with his friend Westly, depressed, out of humour, and empty-handed. At other times he made his appearance flushed with successoccasionally, also, with drink,and flung down a heavy bag of golden nuggets as the result of his evenings play. Ultimately, when under the influence of drink, he staked all that he had in the world, except his clothes and tools, to a man named Gashford, who was noted for his size, strength of body, and utter disregard of God and man. As Brixton said, Gashford had cheated him at play, and this had rendered the ruined man unusually savage.
The sun was down when the two friends entered their tent and began to pull off their muddy boots, while a little man in a blue flannel shirt and a brown wide-awake busied himself in the preparation of supper.
What have you got for us to-night, Paddy? asked Westly.
Salt pork it is, said the little man, looking up with a most expressive grin; the best o victuals when theres nothin better. Bein in a luxurious frame o mind when I was up at the store, I bought a few split-pays for seasonin; but it comes hard on a man to spind his gould on sitch things when his lucks down. Youve not done much to-day, I see, by the looks of ye.
Right, Paddy, said Tom Brixton, with a harsh laugh; weve done nothingabsolutely nothing. See, there is my days work.
He pulled three small grains of gold, each about the size of a pea, from his trousers pocket, and flung them contemptuously into a washing-pan at his elbow.
Sure, we wont make our fortins fast at that rate, said Paddy, or Patrick Flinders.
This wont help it much, said Westly, with a mingled smile and sigh, as he added a small nugget and a little gold-dust to the pile.
Ah! then, havent I forgot the shuggar for the tay; but Ive not got far to go for to get it. Just kape stirrin the pot, Mister Westly, Ill be back in a minit.
Tom, said Westly, when their comrade had gone out, dont give way to angry feelings. Do try, like a good fellow, to look at things in a philosophical light, since you object to a religious one. Rightly or wrongly, Gashford has won your gold. Well, take heart and dig away. You know I have saved a considerable sum, the half of which is at your service to
Do you suppose, interrupted the other sharply, that I will consent to become a beggar?
No, replied Westly, but there is no reason why you should not consent to accept an offer when it is made to you by an old chum. Besides, I offer the money on loan, the only condition being that you wont gamble it away.
Fred, returned Brixton, impressively, I must gamble with it if I take it. I can no more give up gambling than I can give up drinking. Im a doomed man, my boy; doomed to be either a millionaire or a madman!
The glittering eyes and wild expression of the youth while he spoke induced his friend to fear that he was already the latter.
Oh! Tom, my dear fellow, he said, God did not doom you. If your doom is fixed, you have yourself fixed it.
Now, Fred, returned the other impatiently, dont bore me with your religious notions. Religion is all very well in the old country, but it wont work at all here at the diggins.
My experience has proved the contrary, returned Westly, for religionor, rather, Godhas saved me from drink and gaming.
If it be God who has saved you, why has He not saved me? demanded Brixton.
Because that mysterious and incomprehensible power of Free Will stands in your way. In the exercise of your free will you have rejected God, therefore the responsibility rests with yourself. If you will now call upon Him, life will, by His Holy Spirit, enable you to accept salvation through Jesus Christ.
No use, Fred, no use, said Tom, shaking his head. When you and I left England, three years ago, I might have believed and trusted as you do, but its too late nowtoo late I say, so dont worry me with your solemn looks and sermons. My minds made up, I tell you. With these three paltry little lumps of gold Ill gamble at the store to-night with Gashford. Ill double the stake every game. If I win, wellif not, Ill
He stopped abruptly, because at that moment Paddy Flinders re-entered with the sugar; possibly, also, because he did not wish to reveal all his intentions.
That night there was more noise, drinking, and gambling than usual at Lantrys store, several of the miners having returned from a prospecting trip into the mountains with a considerable quantity of gold.
Loudest among the swearers, deepest among the drinkers, and most reckless among the gamblers was Gashford the bully, as he was styled. He had just challenged any one present to play when Brixton entered the room.
We will each stake all that we own on a single chance, he said, looking round. Come, thats fair, aint it? for you know Ive got lots of dust.
There was a general laugh, but no one would accept the challengewhich Brixton had not heardthough he heard the laugh that followed. Many of the diggers, especially the poorer ones, would have gladly taken him up if they had not been afraid of the consequences if successful.
Well, boys, I couldnt make a fairer offerall I possess against all that any other man owns, though it should only be half an ounce of gold, said the bully, tossing off a glass of spirits.
Done! I accept your challenge, cried Tom Brixton, stepping forward.
You! exclaimed Gashford, with a look of contempt; why, youve got nothing to stake. I cleaned you out yesterday.
I have this to stake, said Tom, holding out the three little nuggets of gold which he had found that day. It is all that I possess, and it is more than half an ounce, which you mentioned as the lowest youd play for.
Well, Ill stick to what I said, growled Gashford, if it be half an ounce. Come, Lantry, get out your scales.