It was not long in coming. When Teddy toppled his man over the edge of the rock, he had scarcely reached the water below, when the sharp crack of the trapper’s rifle rung above the din of waters, and the miserable red-skin floated away, as limp and lifeless as the garments upon his person. “Now, give us another, Teddy!” called out old Stebbins, as he caught up the other gun. But there was good reason why the other didn’t come. When Teddy turned to seize him, he saw him spring to his feet, and start backward into the cave with all speed. “Be jabers, yees can’t run fur in that direction, as me mither observed whin the piggy run his head into the pratie-pot,” exclaimed Teddy, as he dashed after him. But it was impossible for him to take heed to his feet, and he had taken scarcely a half dozen steps, when a sudden rise in the floor of the cavern caused him to trip and fall forward, with no little violence, upon his face. “Worrah, worrah, but that rock ain’t very soft,” he muttered, as he picked himself up, and rubbed his bruised countenance. “Where did that spalpeen go?” At his first entrance into the cave, he naturally supposed that it extended backward but a short distance; but he had already penetrated a hundred feet, and there were no signs of its ending. Nor did the light decrease. It was faint; but still, when the eyes became accustomed to it, sufficient to see one’s surroundings. Looking ahead, Teddy saw a circular opening, through which this partial light of day entered. “Be jabers, but that’s the place where the haythen come in!” concluded Teddy, as he paused in amazement and looked in that direction. And while he thus stood gazing, the opening was darkened by a moving body, which almost instantly disappeared. “That’s the rid-skin goin’ out,” rightly concluded the Irishman, as he hurried along after him. For fully two hundred feet more, the wondering Teddy made his way along the subterranean cavern, looking neither to the right nor the left, but with his eye fixed upon the light opening, which seemed to shine like a beacon light to him. When the opening was reached, he unhesitatingly walked out into the open air, and found himself on the bank of the stream, very near the point, where he and old Stebbins had left it. “This route is much aisier than t’other,” concluded Teddy, as he looked wonderingly about him, “and I rispict the sinse of the haythen that used it to come in by.” Fixing the place in his mind, so that there could be no mistake about finding it again, he hurried to rejoin his friend. The trapper, as a matter of course, was intensely excited and apprehensive. The sounds of the tumult below him, having suddenly died out, made it appear that Teddy had “gone under” by the hands of the treacherous Blackfeet.