Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 26 of 100
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28 THE LOST CACHE. the other parts of the wagons formed the last loads, and the last boat brought over the end of the line. Thus they had an unfordable river behind them, sit were secure from attack in that direction. They did not know what enemies the wilderness before them might contain, but it was not probable that many Indians were fn that region at that season. | Indians or no Indians, it mattered little to Harry Chenault — and his friends, who proceeded to arrange their camp and pre- pare their supper, as calmly as if they were safe in the settle- ments. The two trappers were accustomed to the presence of danger, and Harry and Myers were too much occupied with the novelty of their ‘adventure, to trouble themselves about un- seen foes. 3 After they had finished a hearty meal, the inevitable pipes were produced, and Chenault and Myers sat down to examine their map, while the hunters kept watch and busied themselves about the camp. The map had been carefully pasted on mus- lin, and its lines, as well as the directions below, had been re- touched with ink, so that it was quite plain, and in a good state of preservation. “This must be the spot, or very near it,that is laid down in the map as the point of beginning,” said Myers. “ Here the river forks—the last fork, as Farrar says—and yonder, to the westward and southward, you see the mountains.” “That is true,” answered Harry, “and I feel certain that we must be in the right place, as it seems to correspond with the map. _It may be, however, that some smaller stream, near some other mountains, is intended, and we may be thousands of miles from the spot we wish to find.” “That-is possible, my boy, but, if the story told by your old trapper is true, it is hardly probable. If the white man was a captive among the Crows, he must have been in this re- gion quite frequently. Besides, we are in nearly a north-west direction from three peaks, such as are shown in the map.” “Tt seems that we must be right, and all we have to do is to go ahead. If we are sure of our starting-point, the next thing is to find the spring.” “Yes; we must go, as the directions say, west, forty, to spring, and the great question is, forty what? That we can comicbooks.com