Then he said
timidly:
"I have no money, but I have got here what is fine and jolly. It is
yours." And he handed over the contents of the precious tin can he had
brought with him.
The Doctor took it, looked at the shivering volatile mass and said, "Why
this is quicksilver!"
Concho laughed, "Yes, very quick silver, so!" and he snapped his fingers
to show its sprightliness.
The Doctor's face grew earnest; "Where did you get this, Concho?" he
finally asked.
"It ran from the pot in the mountains beyond."
The Doctor looked incredulous. Then Concho related the whole story.
"Could you find that spot again?"
"Madre de Dios, yes,--I have a mule there; may the devil fly away with
her!"
"And you say your comrades saw this?"
"Why not?"
"And you say they afterwards left you,--deserted you?"
"They did, ingrates!"
The Doctor arose and shut his office door. "Hark ye, Concho," he said,
"that bit of medicine I gave you just now was worth a dollar, it was
worth a dollar because the material of which it was composed was made
from the stuff you have in that can,--quicksilver or mercury.
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