The Pioneer Boys of the Columbia; or, In the Wilderness of the Great NorthwestRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Columbia; or, In the Wilderness of the Great Northwest
Rathborne, St. George
Columbia River -- Juvenile fiction; Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction
Looking beyond, Dick shuddered, for he had glimpsed what appeared to
be a terrible gulf, at the end of the slope down which Roger must have
made his way. If he had in some manner lost his footing, and taken that
plunge, there was almost a certainty that it was all over with him.
When Dick discovered from the signs that some one had been scrambling
wildly over that smooth rock his heart misgave him; and it was with a
great fear that he carefully pressed on until he reached the brink of
the chasm.
CHAPTER XXIV
ON THE BURNING DESERT
NO sooner had Dick gained this point than he gave a whoop. It was a
sound that Roger would recognize if he were living, and capable of
giving back any sort of reply.
Dick's heart seemed to cease beating for the moment, such was the agony
of suspense that gripped his whole being. Then, when he caught a return
whoop, he knew his chum was at least alive.
"Where are you, Roger?" he called, unable to see anything of the boy,
although a little way down the sheer slope he caught sight of the dead
sheep, just where it had fallen, after slipping over the edge of the
opposite grassy plateau.
"Down below here, making my way to the game," came the reassuring
answer.
"Are you badly hurt?" demanded Dick.
"Nothing that counts for much; and I'm bound to get my sheep, now I'm
in the hole. You can't really blame me, Dick."
"Never mind about that now," the one above told him; "but do you know
how you are ever going to get up out of that place again?"
"There's only one way that I can see, Dick--you must go back, and,
when the men come along, borrow that rope Jasper Williams always
carries with him. Perhaps he will come back with you, and help drag me
up--after I've saved the horns."
Knowing how determined Roger could be, once he had set his mind on a
thing, Dick did not attempt to argue with him, though he believed the
other was taking advantage of his position.
"Now I can see you, Roger, and, by the way you are advancing along the
bottom of the crevice, I reckon you must be all right. Yes, I will go
back and get the rope. Perhaps some of the men may want to try mutton
for their supper to-night, and, if so, they can haul the carcass of
your sheep up out of the hole."
"I'll try to be ready for you when you come back," called Roger, waving
his hunting-knife toward his chum; for by that time he had reached the
spot where his quarry lay, and was evidently in a big hurry to set to
work upon the pair of wonderful, massive horns.
Dick went back over the rocky trail until he reached the pass, where he
found the two horses just as he had left them. Voices close at hand
gave the welcome news that the other members of the exploring party
were approaching; and, even as he looked, the foremost came in sight
around a bend in the pass.
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