The Washington herald., 1912-04-28

minutes more an then they'll go of
after them buffalo you saw yesterday.
An Indian hasn't got tn perseverance
uf white man, an when they get into
mess like this, without old Logan or
Shabosh with 'em, they don't banker
around any too long
1t was apparent that what he said
was only too true, for, as they watched
the savages, few mounted their horses
and rode away with their faces plainly
showing ci1agrin ard modification,
while others kept at their work only IN
half-Eearted fashion. Finally. all
gave up the search, and. jumping on
their ponies, began to nde toward the
valley in front, laughing and talking
among themselves like a crowd of
school boys Jacks finger itched for a
pail at the Ii!ie as they disappeared,
aad apparci.tlv tie same iGea was in
the trapper's miTd. for he remarked:
"My, how feller oould POT one of
them paiuied-faccd scarecrows. But,
that's not our sanIc this time, my son,
for VIC rust kinder l,e quiet until we
get til chInce &c cui fer home, which
Is, reckon. about twenty miles, as tn
hIwk flies" And dropping back into
the cave, after this sage remark. he was
soon snoring peacefully upon his back.
The sun had well Ea:sed the meri-
disu when old Flint Lock woke up.
and, rubbing his eyes with one lean
hand. he seized his long rife and again
walked to tile mouth of tn cave. where
he gazed intently into the valley be-
yond, with an amused an'i interested
look upon his face.
Them sIvagcs hcv found that bunch
NV buffalo, son. al they're havin' tn
time NV their lives rorEdin' 'em up.
And | am callatin' that This is ez good
a time eZ any for us to be journeyin'
through III gorge hat leads through
tn mountains. We kin reach another
trail by nIghtfsil wh7r | know of an
other cave. better than tbs one, an
with preeaution an by humpin' our
selves eT little | reckon, that we kin
about be at Greenway Court by next
day noon" He again squinted into the
distance. "Yts, J retkcn VIC kin move"
he continued, ~an' we must travel up
tn creek bed IN order to leave no sign.
Now, follow me. an step whar l step,
an don't say a word Remember,
whatever should occur, niy boy, don't
make 4 sound. al ef VIC have to run
fer It, dust hack 20 ms here place,
whar we kin stand 'cm eff until tn bill
tong runs out"
All right. Mr.. Flint Lock. Jack an
swered, as he grasped a pistol which
the trapper handed him. Now, lead
the way and | follow, no matter what
ocCurs"
They we're soon scrambling down the
side OF the mountain, and. i'll single
file, waded up the brook for fully a
half mile, before turning into a little
gorge which led through the wooded
heights II was a wild and beautiful
spot. with dense clumps of trees hang
ing in picturesque groups from the
gray slabs Of rock which stuck out
from the hillside, with green grass and
soft moss in the damp recesses of the
trail, and with bright clusters of how-
ers showing their smiling faces at GER
tain irregular intervals. 4 tiny cas-
cade of water trickled into the fern
grown cleft through which they jour
neycd. while cardinal redbirCs whIstled
branches and flashed their red coats in
the wavering sunlight No other sounds
disturbed the stiffness, and, were it not
LOT l!lS adventures OF tHc past l"O udyS,
Jack would have considered himself in
a veritable paradise, where all was only
beauty and loveliness.
They had travelled silently through
the glen, and were breathing easier.
Flint Lock, however, did net relax his
vigilance, anG with a keen and pene-
trating eye, looked cautiously to the
right and left, observing. too, the
ground upon which he stopped with
all the caution of a bloodhound upon
the track of an escaped criminal As
for Jack, ne revelled in the beauty of
the scene and grew even gay, as they
through this enchanted val
Icy, and it was with great surprise that
he suddenly saw the trapper turn and
crouch quickly upon the turf. He did