In Barracks and Wigwam — page 182: what you’re looking at

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4 - 4 ™ \ £ ~ it wir - ty? An Errand of Mercy. “Poor fellow! he’ll have to do without it,’ muttered Grant. ‘“There’s not a drop in the party.” “He shan’t suffer for want of it,’ said Linn, with sud- den determination. “I'll get him a drink.” “It will cost you your life,” remonstrated Grant. “Don’t try it, sir. It’s madness.” _ , “I’m not afraid,” Linn replied. ‘There are not likely to be any Indians between here and the stream, and they don’t dream of any of us venturing down from the ledge. I'll be back with the water in a couple of minutes, and then I'll have a try at the cliff.” The men earnestly attempted to dissuade Linn from his rash purpose, but he was determined to carry out his errand of mercy. He pulled off his boots, and put a re- volver in one pocket and his canteen in the other. Then he softly and noiselessly lowered himself from the ledge and vanished in the dark thicket at the bottom. 7 A le)