In a few days they all came back after the style of half drowned roosters.
Bob had 'thrown' the race and skipped with his money before they could catch him.

Had he been found he would have been urgently hoisted to the first projecting limb, but he was never seen again.

The boys were sad and silent for a day or two, but a look of cheerful resignation soon came upon their faces as they handled pick and shovel, and the world rolled on as before.
One fall we had a county election, and among the candidates for office was our townsman, H.M.Moore, from whom Moore's Flat secured its name.
He was the Democratic nominee for County Judge, and on the other side was David Belden, he whom Santa Clara County felt proud to honor as its Superior Judge, and when death claimed him, never was man more sincerely mourned by every citizen.
The votes were counted, and Belden was one ahead.

Moore claimed another count, and this time a mistake was discovered in the former count, but unfortunately it gave Belden a larger majority than before, and his adversary was forced to abandon the political fight.
In the fifties I traveled from the North Yuba River to San Bernardino on different roads, and made many acquaintances and friends.

I can truly say that I found many of these early comers who were the most noble men and women of the earth.