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The men, with the exception of the sentinels stationed on the rocky
ledge and the one who was guarding the unfortunate Collinson, were
drinking and gambling away their perspective gains around a small
pile of portmanteaus and saddle-bags, heaped in the centre of the
room. They contained the results of their last successes, but one
pair of saddle-bags bore the mildewed appearance of having been
cached, or buried, some time before. Most of their treasure was in
packages of gold dust; and from the conversation that ensued, it
appeared that, owing to the difficulties of disposing of it in the
mountain towns, the plan was to convey it by ordinary pack mule to
the unfrequented valley, and thence by an emigrant wagon, on the
old emigrant trail, to the southern counties, where it could be no
longer traced. Since the recent robberies, the local express
companies and bankers had refused to receive it, except the owners
were known and identified. There had been but one box of coin,
which had already been speedily divided up among the band. Drafts,
bills, bonds, and valuable papers had been usually intrusted to one
"Charley," who acted as a flying messenger to a corrupt broker in
Sacramento, who played the role of the band's "fence." It had been
the duty of Chivers to control this delicate business, even as it
had been his peculiar function to open all the letters and
documents. This he had always lightened by characteristic levity
and sarcastic comments on the private revelations of the contents.
The rough, ill-spelt letter of the miner to his wife, inclosing a
draft, or the more sentimental effusion of an emigrant swain to his
sweetheart, with the gift of a "specimen," had always received due
attention at the hands of this elegant humorist. But the operation
was conducted to-night with business severity and silence. The two
leaders sat opposite to each other, in what might have appeared to
the rest of the band a scarcely veiled surveillance of each other's
actions. When the examination was concluded, and, the more
valuable inclosures put aside, the despoiled letters were carried
to the fire and heaped upon the coals. Presently the chimney added
its roar to the moaning of the distant hillside, a few sparks
leaped up and died out in the midnight air, as if the pathos and
sentiment of the unconscious correspondents had exhaled with them.
"That's a d--d foolish thing to do," growled French Pete over his
cards.
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