Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 62 of 97
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64 LITTLE MOCCASIN, judging by her footprints, and the wonderful grace of her lithe movements. Oh, you needn’t laugh !—T am perfectly serious. Nature seldom contradicts herself, and in short, I must have your help, Fletcher.” “ With all my heart, captain; but how, and where, and in what way, please ?” . “Well, in the first place, it will never do for me to be very busy in the search. I saw that in the old man’s eye yesterday _ when we gave up the trail at his suggestion, and came back to camp, which satisfied me that if he had no deadly purpose in his heart, he was wide awake to my purpose, and deter- mined to baffle me; and I think he may, if. we —_ t manage to work out a new ‘traverse! “ Agreed—but how ?—what are your sal e” “Well, my notion is that, if you can slip off on a hunt, with- out any parade or preparation, while I hang about the camp, and the logging teams, where he can see me all the time, and hear my voice, he will not be likely to give himself any trouble about you; all his > enpen being directed toward me.” “And what then ?” “ Well, then, after you are safe, atic I there is no longer any chance of your being followed—and if there should, I will be on his track and give you a signal with two shots from my double barrel—I want you to make your way to the ravine, and there find out all you can about the mystery.” “But how am I to find that ravine ?” : “You remember where the fire raged for two or three weeks last year, sweeping over the ridge, and laying hundreds of acres waste ?” “ Yes—we are now on the outskirts: i “ Well, if you keep on the outer edge, after you come to the place where we gave up the search, and steer due north, till you come to three charred hemlocks, and then pass through a large growth of pines for about a mile and a half, till you come to a brook, and then follow that brook for two or three miles further, it will bring you to the mouth of the rayine, and there, just where the splintered logs, the huge rocks and ‘the driftwood are piled up in the the greatest confusion, you ‘will see a cluster of young birches that have escaped the fire, and comicbooks.conm