Early in the morning, Richard Dewey awakened Ki Sing.
"You had better not stay here, Ki Sing," he said. "There are those
who would do you mischief. Go into the mountains, and you may find
gold. There you will be safe."
"Melican man velly good-me go," said the Chinaman submissively.
"Good luck to you, Ki Sing!"
"Good luckee, Melican man!"
So the two parted, and when morning came to the camp, nothing was to
be seen of the Chinaman.
Dewey returned O'Reilly's knife, the latter receiving it in sullen
silence.
It was not long afterward that Richard Dewey himself left Murphy's
in search of a richer claim.
CHAPTER XXXI.
ON THE MOUNTAIN PATH.
My readers will not have forgotten Bill Mosely and his companion Tom
Hadley, who played the mean trick upon Bradley and our hero of
stealing their horses. I should be glad to state that they were
overtaken and punished within twenty-four hours, but it would not be
correct. They had a great advantage over their pursuers, who had
only their own feet to help them on, and, at the end of the first
day, were at least ten miles farther on than Ben and Bradley.
As the two last, wearied and well-nigh exhausted, sat down to rest,
Bradley glanced about him long and carefully in all directions.
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