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ng to California； why shouldn't we take Jacob and Nelson （the Canadian）； pay off the rest of the brutes； and travel together； … us four？'
Whether 'das ewig Wirkende' that shapes our ends be beneficent or malignant is not easy to tell； till after the event。 Certain it is that sometimes we seem impelled by latent forces stronger than ourselves … if by self be meant one's will。 We cannot give a reason for all we do； the infinite chain of cause and effect； which has had no beginning and will have no end； is part of the reckoning； … with this； finite minds can never grapple。
It was destined （my stubbornness was none of my making） that I should remain obdurate。 Fred's last resource was an attempt to persuade me （he really believed： I； too； thought it likely） that the men would show fight； annex beasts and provisions； and leave us to shift for ourselves。 There were six of them； armed as we were； to us three； or rather us two； for Samson was a negligible quantity。 'We shall see；' said I； and by degrees we dropped asleep。
CHAPTER XXIV
BEFORE the first streak of dawn I was up and off to hunt for the horses and mules； which were now allowed to roam in search of feed。 On my return； the men were afoot； taking it easy as usual。 Some artemisia bushes were ablaze for the morning's coffee。 No one but Fred had a suspicion of the coming crisis。 I waited till each one had lighted his pipe； then quietly requested the lot to gather the provision packs together； as it was desirable to take stock； and make some estimate of demand and supply。 Nothing loth； the men obeyed。 'Now；' said I； 'turn all the hams out of their bags； and let us see how long they will last。' When done： 'What！' I exclaimed； with well … feigned dismay； 'that's not all； surely？ There are not enough here to last a fortnight。 Where are the rest？ No more？ Why； we shall starve。' The men's faces fell； but never a murmur； nor a sound。 'Turn out the biscuit bags。 Here； spread these empty ham sacks； and pour the biscuit on to them。 Don't lose any of the dust。 We shall want every crumb； mouldy or not。' The gloomy faces grew gloomier。 What's to be done？' Silence。 'The first thing； as I think all will agree； is to divide what is left into nine equal shares … that's our number now … and let each one take his ninth part； to do what he likes with。 You yourselves shall portion out the shares； and then draw lots for choice。'
This presentation of the inevitable compelled submission。 The whole； amounting to twelve light mule packs （it had been fifteen fairly heavy ones after our purchases at Fort Laramie）； was still a goodly bulk to look at。 The nine peddling dividends； when seen singly； were not quite what the shareholders had anticipated。
Why were they still silent？ Why did they not rebel； and visit their wrath upon the directors？ Because they knew in their hearts that we had again and again predicted the catastrophe。 They knew we had warned them scores and scores of times of the consequences of their wilful and reckless improvidence。 They were stupefied； aghast； at the ruin they had brought upon themselves。 To turn upon us； to murder us； and divide our three portions between them； would have been suicidal。 In the first place； our situation was as desperate as theirs。 We should fight for our lives； and it was not certain； in fact it was improbable； that either Jacob or William would side against us。 Without our aid … they had not a compass among them … they were helpless。 The instinct of self…preservation bade them trust to our good will。
So far； then； the game was won。 Almost humbly they asked what we advised them to do。 The answer was prompt and decisive： 'Get back to Fort Laramie as fast as you can。' 'But how？ Were they to walk？ They couldn't carry their packs。' 'Certainly not； we were English gentlemen； and would behave as such。 Each man should have his own mule； each； into the bargain； should receive his pay according to agreement。' They were agreeably surprised。 I then very strongly counselled them not to travel together。 Past experience proved how dangerous this must be。 To avoid the temptation； even the chance； of this happening； the surest and safest plan would be for each party to start separately； and not leave till the last was out of sight。 For my part I had resolved to go alone。
It was a melancholy day for everyone。 And to fill the cup of wretchedness to overflowing； the rain； beginning with a drizzle； ended with a downpour。 Consultations took place between men who had not spoken to one another for weeks。 Fred offered to go on； at all events to Salt Lake City； if Nelson the Canadian and Jacob would go with him。 Both eagerly closed with the offer。 They would be so much nearer to the 'diggings；' and were； moreover； fond of their leader。 Louis would go back to Fort Laramie。 Potter and Morris would cross the mountains； and strike south for the Mormon city if their provisions and mules threatened to give out。 William would try his luck alone in the same way。 And there remained no one but Samson； undecided and unprovided for。 The strong weak man sat on the ground in the steady rain； smoking pipe after pipe； watching first the preparations； then the departures； one after the other； at intervals of an hour or so。 First the singles； then the pair； then； late in the afternoon； Fred and his two henchmen。
It is needless to depict our separation。 I do not think either expected ever to see the other again。 Yet we parted after the manner of trueborn Britons； as if we should meet again in a day or two。 'Well； good…bye； old fellow。 Good luck。 What a beastly day； isn't it？' But emotions are only partially suppressed by subduing their expression。 The hearts of both were full。
I watched the gradual disappearance of my dear friend； and thought with a sigh of my loss in Jacob and Nelson； the two best men of the band。 It was a comfort to reflect that they had joined Fred。 Jacob especially was full of resource； Nelson of energy and determination。 And the courage and cool judgment of Fred； and his presence of mind in emergencies； were all pledges for the safety of the trio。
As they vanished behind a distant bluff； I turned to the sodden wreck of the deserted camp； and began actively to pack my mules。 Samson seemed paralysed by imbecility。
'What had I better do？' he presently asked； gazing with dull eyes at his two mules and two horses。
'I don't care what you do。 It is nothing to me。 You had better pack your mules before it is dark； or you may lose them。'
'I may as well go with you； I think。 I don't care much about going back to Laramie。'
He looked miserable。 I was so。 I had held out under a long and heavy strain。 Parting with Fred had； for the moment； staggered my resolution。 I was sick at heart。 The thought of packing two mules twice a day； single…handed； weakened as I was by illness； appalled me。 And though ashamed of the perversity which had led me to fling away the better and accept the worse； I yielded。
'Very well then。 Make haste。 Get your traps together。 I'