Chapter 15
SOMETHING WORSE THAN A GOLD CRISIS.“What is the matter with your friend?” asked Overton, as Lyster
stood staring after Mr. Haydon, who walked alone down the way they
had come from the boats. “Is one glimpse of our camp life enough to
drive him to the river again?”
“No, no—that is—well, I don’t just know what ails him,”
confessed Lyster, rather lamely. “He went in with me to see ’Tana,
and seems all upset by the sight of her. She does look very low,
Dan. At home he has a daughter about her age, who really resembles
her a little—as he does—a girl he thinks the world of. Maybe that
had something to do with his feelings. I don’t know, though; never
imagined he was so impressionable to other people’s misfortunes.
And that satanic-looking old Indian helped make things
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