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%6 THE FOREST MONSTER. ‘When the opening was reached, he unhesitatingly walked out into the open air, and found himself on-the bank of the stream, very near the point, where he and old Stebbins had left it. “ This route is much aisier than t’other,’ concluded Teddy, as he looked wonderingly about him, “and I rispict the sinse of the haythen that used it to come in by.” Fixing the place in his mind, so that there could be no mistake about finding it again, he hurried to rejoin his friend. The trapper, as a matter of course, was intensely excited and apprehensive. The sounds of the tumult below him, having suddenly died out, made it appear that Teddy had “ gone under” by the bands of the treacherous Blackfeet. While he was in this distressing uncertivade, he descried the Irishman hastening toward» him. He raised his hands in amazement, but before Teddy could speak the trapper com- prehended how the thing had come about. _“ You've allers been a lucky dog, Ted, ever since we knowed you,” he remarked, as the Irishman came up; “tell me all about it.” It required Teddy but a few rants to do this in his own peculiar manner. He related every thing succinctly; from the moment: his feet rested upon the edge of the rock to the time when he emerged from the cavern by its back door. “Quaar thit the red-skids war thar,” said old Stebbins. “Thar don’t seem to be many places in this country whar the varmints ain't. I wonder what they war doin’ thar?” “ Don’t yees saa it was eo anid wire in a low, delighted voice. “Did yer take a look ’round and see any of the yaller stuff ?” Teddy slapped his thigh a tremendous thwack, . “IT knowed I'd furgot somethin’, as me father obsarved, whin we missed the corpse of me mither, afther goin’ a mile to the chureh widout it. I was so interested in ae haythen that I niver thought of the goold.”: ~ . “Tm afeard you won’t find much thar,” said the trapper, feeling somewhat of a neagtion weteXhe high —— he had en- tertained: © “Its there!” was. . the confident ‘abit toh of: Teddy. “I know it; that’s what brought the haythen there.” copmiclooolks. conn