"
"May I have it, sir?" asked one of the miners.
"Certainly, if you want it," said Mr. Sprague.
"I couldn't afford to buy one; but I see that I shall need one
out here."
In five minutes the stage was again on its way, and no further
adventures were met with. About the middle of the next day
the party arrived at Deadwood.
CHAPTER XXXIV
FENTON'S GULCH
Deadwood, at the time of Luke's arrival, looked more like a
mining camp than a town. The first settlers had neither the time
nor the money to build elaborate dwellings. Anything, however
rough, that would provide a shelter, was deemed sufficient.
Luxury was not dreamed of, and even ordinary comforts were
only partially supplied. Luke put up at a rude hotel, and the
next morning began to make inquiries for Mr. Harding. He
ascertained that the person of whom he was in search had arrived
not many weeks previous, accompanied by his sister. The latter,
however, soon concluded that Deadwood was no suitable residence
for ladies, and had returned to her former home, or some place
near by. Mr. Harding remained, with a view of trying his luck
at the mines.
The next point to be ascertained was to what mines he had
directed his steps.
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