Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 73 of 100
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ANOTHER MYSTERY. | 75 CHAPTER XII. TROUBLE OUT OF THE CAMP, Tue place selected fel the cache was a piece of greensward in the glen, from a portion of which the sod was carefully removed, and an egg-shaped hole was excavated. The sides of the hole were lined with grass, and the articles to be con- cealed were placed within it, after which they were covered with sods and earth, and- the grass was replaced. The dirt that had been taken out of the excavation was carried away, and a fire of brush was built. over the spot, to obliterate the _ traces of the cache. When this task was finished the men returned to the camp, where they found Kate much troubled at the non-appearance _of Thomas, who had been sent to the ravine for water, early in the morning, and who had not yet returned. This was an- other mysterious occurrence, and naturally connected itself with Kate’s adventure of the night before. It was not pos- sible that the young man had lost his way, and it was feared, as Indians, and perhaps white men, were known to be in the neighborhood, that he had been waylaid and murdered. ~ Tete Bois proposed to go and seek for him, but was over- ruled by Mr. Brainard, who said that all was in readiness to commence the search for the treasure, and that they would go together, and look for Thomas at the same time. They concealed their horses at a distance from the camp, provided themselves with eatables, and went to the ravine. When they reached it, Mr. Brainard and the halfbreed went down the declivity that led into the chasm, leaving John and his sister above, instructing them to keep watch, and to give the alarm if any one should approach. . They had hardly reached the bottom, when they were con- vineed that a murder had been committed, for the ground was trampled, and there were stains of blood on the sand and on the stones. “Young feller been rubbed out,” said Tete Bois; “but whar’ he gone ?” . COMIC OOOKS.COmM