Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 95: what you’re looking at

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THE TRUE OWNER. | 97 Indian was shot by Sam Myers, who came rushing down into the ravine, to find the mangled body of his friend. It. is questionable which one of the five men was most surprised, although it is certain that the half-breed, with his customary imperturbability, betrayed the least amazement. “Are you really living, Harry ?” exclaimed Myers. “I ex- pected to find you dashed to pieces.” “Perhaps I would have been, if that fellow there had not saved my life by getting in the way, so that I could fall on him.” “Who is he? What was he doing here ?” “A particular friend of Ben Farrar’s—Burt Adams by name. He was here, of course, for.the purpose of murder. By the way, Téte Bois, he had better be tied, and I have enough lariat left for that business.” While Burt Adams was being bound by the half-breed, Mr. Brainard took the opportunity to express his own surprise. ‘‘Hlow did you happen to fall down into the ravine, Mr. Chenault ?” he asked. “It is ba ay 3 that the fall did not kill you.” “T was only being let sani as a perpendicular, sir, and my rope broke; but I didnot fall far. The fact is, that I was trying to find some treasure, in a lost cache, that was made here many years ago. Angels and ministers of grace defend us! You have found it! How did that happen ?”. “Those who hide well can find well.” “Ts that really your cache?” “Tt is; how came you to know any thing about it?” " Then we are dished, if I may use the expression. It was — to find shat cache that we came all the way from St. Louis, led on by an old map that accidentally came into my a Myers, have you that map about you ?”. _ “Here it is,” answered the engineer, unfolding the mysteri- ous map, whose directions they had followed such a distance. | “Tt is my map,” exclaimed Mr. Brainard. “I made it as a clue to this cache, and lost it, many years ago, during a suow-storm in the mountains, when I escaped from the In- dians. I never suspected that any one elge would be able to find the place.” “TJ think it fortungte, however, that we happened to be here,” | \ Comiclbooks.coh