Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 66: what you’re looking at

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68 THE LOST CACHE. Two of the men arose, leaving the halfbreed andthe girl, and Burt Adams thought that he had better slip away during the slight bustle that ensued.’ He did ‘so, and nois¢lessly crawled back up the hill. - “Durned ef I don’t feel better,” he thought, as he walked toward the Indian encampment. “I would hev’ liked to’see whar’ they make the’ cache, but mought hey’ been’ found out, and the plunder don’t matter much to me. T jest believe that ve got a tol’abul sure thing on both the gold and the gal now. I was mighty riled when I turned up ‘that stun’, and saw that the shiners had been slipped out; but things look brighter now. The fust thing to do is to ‘sneak: up on that party, and ‘git thé gal’and the old man: © ‘The rest will do fur skelpin’, and that business and the plunder will suit the Injins. I want the gal, though, and the old man must show’ me whar’ the gold is, afore hé gits rubbed out. They thought they had a mighty nice hidin’-place down thar’ y noe eee hev’ ‘only got into a hole whar’ it will be aay to _ "em — and ag and end of ’em.” ~ Thus soliliquizing, the outlaw detained to his Indian ates = a very ae humor, ~_ " CHAPTER XT; KATE HAS A SENSATION. “JT must admit, father, that I am pretty badly tired. out,” said Kate Brainard, as the trafii ‘halted ona shady and grassy plateau, near the base ‘of the mountains. “We ought to be very thankful that we are here at last, and, for my part, I can hardly believe it yet. Our crossing the mountain seems to me nothing less than ‘a miracle, but I am still more surprised that you have brought the wagons through in wr sort of con- dition.” “The wagons are nearly used up, my dear, oat you do not appear to be much better off. I will spread you a ge under this oak, and you must lie down and fest.” conmiclbooks.conm