Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 65 of 100
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BURT FEELS BETTER. 67 He lay quiet, and the conversation was resumed. “ If you think we are near the place, father,” said the young man, “I see no reason why we should not go and hunt for the treasure. We ought not to.stop in this SEEPS longer than we can help,” “Phat is true ; but I am not. sure that we are in the right place. As the search may occupy several days, or & week, we ought to make ourselves as secure as possible, for we can not be too careful in this country, where Indians may be con- * tinually prowling about..- We must contrive a cache, in which we can conceal some of our provisions,.and such other articles as we do not require at present, so that they may not be lost, in case we should be stampeded.. Then I will-go with Téte Bois, and make an examination of the locality. . It is very likely that there are Indians in the neighborhood, for we were — almost certain that we heard firing the night before last.” “ How do you expect to find the gold, sir, without the map ?” “'There’s a deep and narrow cafion not far from here, at. the “bottom of which there is a small stream—” “ I know that place,” interrupted Téte Bois; “‘ where Thomas went for water.” | “Tf that is the place I mean, I must find a blasted pine tree and a pointed rock near it. The line from one to the other crosses the ravine;-and beneath the point of crossing is a smooth round stone, partly imbedded in the sand. Under that stone is the hole from which I took the gold that I found, and concealed it in my own cache, and my cache is located in the rock, near that place.” “This is the chap, then,” thought Adams, “who stole my gold! And he’s arter the gold, too... Wonder ef those t?other fellers, across the cafion, are arter it, too. Jest as like as not; what else would they be.here fur? Anyhow, it is sartin that the gold is thar’ yet, and this hoss thinks he stands as gooda chance as any of ’em, and p’r’aps a.durned sight. better.” “That all seems to be clear enough, father,” said the young man, ‘and the sooner we commence the search the better, as I think. If we must make a cache for our plunder, we ought to go to. work without, loss.of time.” “ Come on, then. I have chosen a place for the cache, and Will ghow it to you.” i ~ Comicbooks.com