Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 72 of 100
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74 THE LOST CACHE, _ and thought it probable that there might be some white men in the neighborhood. | “Tf that supposition should turn out to be true,’ said he, “T really hope we may not meet them, for I am afraid that I would not be able to prosecute my search without their know- ledge, and I donot wish to have any more partners in my secret than I have already. We should probably find them a rough band of trappers or hunters, among whom my gold, if { should recover it, would be no safer than among the Indians. It'may be, however, that the Indians who are in the vicinity, as Téte Bois tells us, have a white captive; who took that method of making known his presence.” “If that should beso, father,” exclaimed Kate, “ what a splendid thing it would be to rescue him from their hands !” “Very splendid, especially if we should lose our scalps for our pains.” The discussion of the adventure did not prevent the men from stowing away a reasonable quantity of provisions, and it was kept up, over their pipes, as they sat around the ' remains of the fire, until the attention of Kate was attracted by a rustling of leaves and a slight crackling of twigs. “Hush! What's that?” she said in a whisper. _ “ Thought I heard suthin’ in the bushes,” said Téte Bois. ‘Some animal, perhaps,” replied Kate, as she turned quickly, and fired her pistol in the direction om which the sound seemed to come. =s No more rustling was heard, nor any other, noise, and the — young lady regained her equanimity. “It was nothing, Kate,” said Mr. Brainard, “ and you have thrown away a load.” “That is all the thanks I get for saving your lives and quieting your apprehensions! Goon with your stupid talk.” The conversation ended with a grand acquiescence in Mr. Brainard’s opinion, that the next thing in order was to arrange a cache in which they might conceal a portion of their port= able property, in case they should be suddenly compelled to change thair quarters, as was at least possible when the neigh- borhood was known to be dangerous. The men rose to per- form this duty, and Kate, in the absence of Thomas, attended to the light drudgery of the camp. | % COMICHOOkKS.COMm %