Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 84: what you’re looking at

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86 THE LOST CACHE. “ Was that your man—the chap who was killed down in the cafion ?” asked Ben Farrar. “If it war’, you can bet your pile that Burt Adams killed him, and followed up his trail till he found your camp.” 7 “’Spect that’s so. We had a fight with Burt Adams and his Injins, on t other side the mount’ins, and we whipped” em bad.” “The thunder you did! Then it’s plain that the rascal has’ been layin’ for ye on this side. He butted up ag’in us awhile ago, and got a lickin’. Reckon he must have been~ lookin’ fur somebody else. If that’s so,” continued the hunter, turn- ing to Myers, “I reckon we'd better go to work and make this here fort a leetle stouter.” “Tf this fort is not strong enough, Ben Farrar,’ said the engineer, “I can assure you that it will never be made stronger by me. Iwill leave you to scare yourselves about Burt Adams, and will go to see how Mr. Chenault fares.” / Myers found his friend in charge of the fair Kate Brainard, and, after inquiring with regard to the state of his arm, he left.him, thinking, as he went, of Harry’s sister, Madeline. Little cared Harry Chenault about the temper in which Myers happened to be, for he was very well satisfied with the care and companionship of Kate Brainard. He would “allow noone to dress his wounded arm except that young lady, and it must be confessed that she showed no disposition to object. to doing duty as surgeon and nurse. She did the same. for her father, whose wounds also needed attention; but it can not be doubted that she preferred to sit by the side. of. the handsome young gentleman who had risked his life to save her, and whose life she had been the means of saying. "3 It. was not long after Sam Myers had left him, that Harry requested his fair nurse to put afresh bandage on, his arm. When, this task was accomplished, he replaced the, arm. in its sling, and gazed at Kate afier the manner. of an interesting invalid. — “Tt hardly seems possible,” aa he, “ that you could have fired the shot that sayed my life.” “Tt was easy to do,” answered Kate, “for I had a good mark, as I told you, and I am not a bad shot,” “ But your nerves must have been very strong —your hand . Conmicloookxs. con