Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 97: what you’re looking at

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THE RING. 99 | give me the ring, and show me how to find the cache, all of which he did, afore he died. That’s all I know ’bout. it. Will ye let me up now ?” “Let me relieve you of this ring, first Did you learn the name-of the white man ?” : ‘ “Never heerd it.” | “T can tell it. This ring belonged to Henry Chenault, my father’s brother. My father has a ring precisely like it: We knew that uncle Henry had been taken captive by the Indians, but we neyer learned his fate. Did you find that cache, Adams ?” *t4o%" : “Thar’s the cache—that hole what was covered by the round stone; but it has been opened.” “T opened the cache,” said Mr. Brainard. “It was there that [found most of my gokts! “Then I am a sharer,” sugg gested Harry, laughingly, “ or my sister Madeline is, as she is the heiress of my uncle Henry’s property.. I suppose, Myers, that Madeline’s share will come to you.”. “ Will you let me up now ?” asked Burt Adams. “Yes, -Untie him, Téte Bois, and send him on his way rejoicing ; but be careful that he takes no weapon with him.” The outlaw was loosed, and walked away, after a greedy glance at the gold in the-cache, and an angry glare at his victors. He was carefully watched by Téte Bois, until he was out of sight. ta Now, Mr. Brainard,” said Harry, “if you will gather up the gold, we will go to camp, and make arrangements to start for St. Louis, as all our objects seem to have been accom- plished.” : The gold dust was carefully collected, and placed in can- vas-bags, and the party made their way back to camp. _» “Jt is my opinion,” said Myers, when they had crossed the ravine, “ that wé had better not say any thing to Farrar and Green, about having caught Burt Adams and let him loose, or they would set us at work Owthe fort immediately.” 3 .This was unanimously assented to, and a profound silence was maintained, not only on the subject of Burt Adams, but on that of the treashire, which was quietly stowed away, where it could not attract ae | comiclbooks.comn