Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 75 of 100
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~ @ SPADE AND HAMMER. . gee While the half-breed was replacing the sand over the body of the unfortunate Thomas, Mr. Brainard commenced his search for the lost cache. Carefully noting the line, ag Burt Adams had done, it was not long before he discovered a round stone, which he quickly and eagerly raised. “ We are in the right place!” he exclaimed. “I have found the old cache, and mine is near it.” “ All right, Mr. Brainard. You find the gold,and I reckon we can tote it to the camp.” “ Tt must be in the side of the rock, just below fase Bring me the hammer, Téte Bois, for there must bea hollow place in the stone, which I can easily detect.” As the half-breed picked up the hammer from the ground, and stuck his spade into the yielding sand, he was startled by a shriek from above, followed by savage yells and the dis- - charge of several rifles. “ Burt Adams and his Injins !” “The red imps are upon us !” With these exclamations, the two men insppad their imple- ments, seized their weapons, and hastened up the declivity that led out of the cafion. _ The cause and nature of this alarm need some explanation. It will be remembered that when Mr. Brainard and the half-breed went down into the chasm, John Brainard and his. sister were left above, to keep watch, and to give the alarm if any one should approach. John Brainard, feeling sure that Kate would be safe, when she was so near to her father and his friend, went further into the forest, and established himself as a sort of picket-guard, for the general protéction of the party, telling Kate to remain where she was, and not go too close to the edge of the ravine. Kate heard this good advice, but did not follow it. Her mysterious moonlight serenade was still fresh in her remem- prance, and she desired to place herself sabe sh on the spot where she had heard it. Accordingly, she walked to the edge of the ravine, and looked across the chasm. (As she did so, she perceived that a large tree had fallen over it, a short distance below where she stood, and that its branches _ been trimmed 80 as to form a bridge. ’ . comicbooks.conn