THE SONG OF THE LARK
Ray smiled and shook his head. "I 've been out on some, John. I 've never been exactly in on any. So far, I 've either held on too long or let go too soon. But mine 's coming to me, all right." Ray looked reflective. He leaned back in the shadow and dug out a rest for his elbow in the sand. "The narrowest escape I ever had, was in the Bridal Chamber. If I had n't let go there, it would have made me rich. That was a close call."
Johnny looked delighted. "You don' say! She was silver mine, I guess?"
"I guess she was! Down at Lake Valley. I put up a few hundred for the prospector, and he gave me a bunch of stock. Before we 'd got anything out of it, my brother-in-law died of the fever in Cuba. My sister was beside herself to get his body back to Colorado to bury him. Seemed foolish to me, but she 's the only sister I got. It 's expensive for dead folks to travel, and I had to sell my stock in the mine to raise the money to get Elmer on the move. Two months afterward, the boys struck that big pocket in the rock, full of virgin silver. They named her the Bridal Chamber. It was n't ore, you remember. It was pure, soft metal you could have melted right down into dollars. The boys cut it out with chisels. If old Elmer had n't played that trick on me, I 'd have been in for about fifty thousand. That was a close call, Spanish."
"I recollec'. When the pocket gone, the town go bust."
"You bet. Higher'n a kite. There was no vein, just a pocket in the rock that had sometime or another got filled up with molten silver. You 'd think there would be more somewhere about, but nada. There 's fools digging holes in that mountain yet."
When Ray had finished his cigar, Johnny took his mandolin and began Kennedy's favorite, "Ultimo Amor." It was now three o clock in the afternoon, the hottest hour in the day. The narrow shelf of shadow had widened until the floor of the amphitheater was marked off in two halves,
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