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

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YHB GOLD AT LAST. 93. «We must work, my friend, and we must do quickly what we have to do, for I understand that these people intend to re- turn to the States very soon, and we have no time to spare. They are good men, I have no doubt, but I do not wish to be- tray. the secret of my cache, even to them, for the prospect of great gain might tempt the best men to do evil. I know one of them, as the son of one of the first merchants in St. Louis, but I had rather not rely even on him; although he says that he loves my daughter.” “Does Miss Kate love him ?” “T believe she does.” “Ueh! Girls have plenty sense. Better leave ’em ’lone— *specially Miss Kate. But thar’s no use sayin’ anythin’ Spout the cache to anybody.” | | “ I think you are right, old friend. We will go there by ourselves, as we went before, and Iam sure that we can carry it away quietly. We will leave the camp while they are at dinner, and we will carry with us a hammer and a pickax, which we can easily conceal under our clothes, I have a bag that will hold part of the gold, and the rest we can easily put in the pockets of our hunting-shirts.” “ All right. I do what you do.” “TI think we had better not take my son John with us, as we wish to act as secretly as we can, and if three of us left the camp together, it might be noticed. We can not be too careful, Téte Bois, and we had better go by ourselves, as there is no danger to be apprehended.” | “All right. I think what you think.”. The two set out, duly armed and equipped, taking care to elude the observation of thé other occupants of the camp. They succeeded in escaping observation, crossed the chasm upon the bridge that had been made by Myers and Chenault, and descended the declivity that led into the cafion. When they reached the bottom, they found every thing as they had last seen it. The sand that covered the body ofthe unfortunate Thomas had not been disturbed ; the ground was still stained ; the brook flowed on as pleasantly and as music- ally as if it bad never run with the blood of a murdered man; and the round stone that had covered the old cache was in the same position they had left it in, 7 A comicbooks.con