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98 | THE LOST CACHE. said Harry. “It is plainly your property, Mr. Brainard, for I now recognize your initials on the map. For my part, I have found a treasure in the wilderness, that is worth a dozen such caches to me.” - CHAPTER XVII. A DEVELOPMENT—CONCLUSION, - " “Er that business is finished,” said Téte Bois, pointing to the bound form of Burt Adams, “Td like to ask what’s to be done with this whelp. Strikes me that Ben Farrar and his pardner would like to have the killin’ of him.” “T suppose they would,” answered Harry Chenault; “ but perhaps he might slip away from us while we were taking him to the camp, and it would be better to make an end’ of him on the spot.” “T believe you're right, sir. Give me a silat, and Tl settle him. It lovks kinder cold-blooded, but sech a critters oughter to be put outen the way.” | Le “Wait a.moment,” exclaimed Chenault, as he bent down by tlie side of the outlaw. ‘“ Adams, where and how did you get that ring?” “None of yer durned business,” was the dogged reply. “It is my business, Adams. ‘You will soon be a dead man, unless you speak the truth; but, if you will tell me all you ' know ora that ring, you shall seathe your life, and may go in peace.” OS “Say you all.so?” asked the outlaw. | “Say so, my friends,” entreated Harry, “if you bv: any regard or consider ution for me.” 3 “All assented, and Adams commenced his statement : “ That thar’ ring,” said he, “ was give to me by Mus-to-qua, - a Crow chief, who died a while ago. He got the ring from a white man, who was a prisoner with the tribe. Mus-to-qua caught the white man diggin’ gold, and cachin’ it. He killed him, and buried him, and tuk. this ring off his finger. The old chief told me, ef I'd agree to take cay, of his people, he’d . 7 i COMIC OOKS.CON .