Rocky Mountain Sam — page 193: what you’re looking at

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184 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. and everything was made ready for a voyage. Within a short distance of the air-ship, which tugged and swayed at its an- chorage as if impatient to be free, were Dutton, Max, Rocky Mountain Sam, Teddy, and Big Horn, the four latter already equipped for their expedition. “‘Well, said Dutton, ‘‘everything is very well understood, then. You, professor have taken down from the lips of Rube Tenysk—who of course, will be held under strict guard until your return—the directions for discovering the chief hiding-places of Firefoot to the north-west, and will actas the guide to the party. You may be gone but a day or two, or you may be gone a fortnight, but when you return, you will find us securely intrenched, for we shall begin to fortify to-morrow. I believe there is nothing more to say, except good-by.”’ The young officer exhibited considerable emotion in tak- ing them each by the hand, and a moment later all of the voyagers were in the car but Big Horn. The great hunter paused before clambering on board, and then said: “Hold on, mates, we must take in another passenger. Pard, jist whistle fur that prime dog, Chawer. We can’t git along without him, an’ cap he’ll still have a dozen of “em remainin’.” “A good idea,” said Dutton. Sam whistled up the dog, which had suddenly exhibited an extraordinary affection for Big Horn. The latter tossed him into the car, and then climbed in aimself; the anchor was tripped, and the voyagers gave three cheers as they swam off into the wake of asuperb sunset, rising higher and higher as they sheered away. ‘We shall go due west right into the mountains, since the wind is that way,” said the professor, ‘-until we find a good canon in which to pass the night, and whose supply of gas will enable us to make a fresh start to the north- ward. If I mistake not our explorations this time will bring us on the borders of British America.” “Good!” said Sam; ‘‘and this time we’re going to discover the young lady and Fayaway, or die in the attempt.” They again passed over the large Indian encampment which theyhad seen in the morning, but it was almost dusk before they found a suitable landing-place—a large pictur- esque canon in the yery heart of the mountains, Here the Comicbooks (ele)