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83 , THE LOST CACHE. his resolution, he washed his face and hands, took his rifle, and sauntered down toward the ravine. ° Myers thought it strange that his friend had deserted him so unceremoniously, and watched him as he left the fort and walked carelessly down over the plain. “What can he have gone there for ?” thought the engineer. “T will go ang look after him, for the sake ef his sister, if not . for his own.’ It was a very friendly seachutian on the part of Sam Myers, if not a sensible one, and he carried it out by taking his rifle and his pistols (but not by washing his hands and face as his friend had done), and following, as well as he could guess it, the track of Harry Chenault to the ravine. Having reached the chasm, he looked cautiously about, before crossing the bridge. Soon he heard the clear voice of his friend, sing- ing a low and plantive melody; saw him step out from the shade of a tree; and was surprised to perceive, on the other side of the chasm, a fair and blushing damsel standing arnong the parted bushes. He listened to the conversation that ensued between Che- nault and Kate Brainard, and saw the former spring across the bridge and join the young lady who seemed so strangely out of place in that wilderness. His first impulse was to follow his friend, but he concluded, on second thought, that he had better remain where he was. “He has found his singer,” thought Myers, “and she is not a captive among the Indians, but has friends here, a father and brother. I am glad that Harry is in no danger, and hope he will bring them down to our camp, as the company of Farrar and Green has become quite disagreeable. I would like to see the girl myself, but suppose Harry had Paine not to be inter- rupted just now.” An interruption quickly came, Pe of yells and screams and shots. Myers seized his rifle, and was _ about to hasten to the assistance of his friend, when John Brainard came rushing over the bridge with his sister. Hastily placing Kate behind.a tree, the Oregonian loaded his rifle, and - fired among the yelling savages on the other side, his example being followed by Myers. It. was soon apparent that the white men were greatly comiclbooks.conm