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94 : THE LOST CACHE. Anxious as Mr. Brainard was to begin the searcli for his long-hid treasure, his anxiety did not prevent him from using proper precautions. With the aid of the half-breed, he care- fully examined the ravine, including all its projections and re- | cesses. Having satisfied himself that no one was concealed in the vicinity, and that they were secure from observation, he directed his companion to take his station near the foot of the declivity, while he, with his hammer, commenced to sound the rocky side of the ravine. — “T will soon find the place,” said he, “for I am on the right track, and a single blow of the hammer will indicate the cache. _ Ah! I think I have it now, for the rock is surely hollow here. Téte Bois, bring the pickax, and help me to a out’ this stone.” The half-breed sprung forward as ordered; the sharp point of the pickax was inserted in a crevice of the rock, and by the joint exertions of the two men, a large stone was loosened from the side of the ravine, and fell at their feet. “See !” exclaimed Mr. Brainard, as he drew gut a skin from the hole that was thus exposed. ‘“ It issafe! . It is all there.” The half-breed looked, with staring eyes, and saw, indeed, that the hole was nearly filled with shining gold. They were so absorbed by this sight, that neither of them saw two dark forms that crept up toward them, under. the shadow of the cliff, the first of whom clutched a long knife. As Téte Bois turned to congratulate his employer, he was startled by a heavy fall, a crash, and a yell, close at his side. we CHAPTER XVI. : WHO IS THE OWNER? Tue Indian named No Smoke, whom Burt Adams had se- - lected as a confidant, soon came to the conclusion, with the natural suspicion of his race, that his patron was not acting fairly with him. He felt certain that the outlaw had visited the ravine for the purpose of seeking the treasure, and thought. comniiclooOolkks.conn :