The Pioneer Boys of the Yellowstone; or, Lost in the Land of Wonders — John Shaqi
The Pioneer Boys of the Yellowstone; or, Lost in the Land of WondersRathborne, St. George
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The Pioneer Boys of the Yellowstone; or, Lost in the Land of Wonders
Rathborne, St. George
Frontier and pioneer life -- Juvenile fiction; Yellowstone National Park -- Juvenile fiction
It was known just where Williams and his companions expected to spend
their first night, having started at noon, so none of them felt any
necessity for trying to follow the trail until that point had been
reached.
All through the morning they moved on, and as noon approached drew
near the place where the camp had been mapped out.
"That much is settled, Dick, you see!" ventured Roger, as he pointed to
where the dead ashes of a fire were visible, there having been no high
wind to blow them broadcast.
"Yes, they spent the first night here," admitted the other, "and so
they must have just two and a half days the jump of us."
"That's a long start," grumbled Roger.
"Well, we expect to keep on the move each day longer than they will,"
explained the other. "Then again, they may find some place so much
to their liking they would conclude to spend a couple of days there
hunting or trapping. Jasper is always one to say a 'bird in the hand is
worth two in the bush'; and those stories about the wonderful valley
that is haunted by the spirits may turn out to be fairy tales after
all."
"And now the real work begins, when we have to follow this trail,"
added Roger, who acted as though he did not want to lose a single
minute.
"That is not going to be such a hard problem, I should think," Dick
told him. "In the first place, they will not try to hide their trail
very much, because they do not expect hostile Indians to follow them;
though at night, of course, they will take every precaution against
a surprise. And then again, Roger, we know something about trailing,
while Mayhew, here, has not his equal in our camp, so Captain Clark
told me."
Mayhew did not hear this, for he was busy looking around the camp,
examining the cold ashes, and in various ways picking up little details
that an ordinary person would never have been able to discover.
"Unless--well, I might as well own up, Dick," said Roger. "I've been
wondering whether after all that tricky Lascelles would be satisfied
to go away from here after destroying our paper. He might know about
Jasper Williams's trip to the Wonderland the Indians tell about, and
try to capture him, so as to keep him from signing another paper for
us."
Dick shook his head as though he did not believe such a thing could be
possible.
"It _might_ happen that way, Roger, but I feel pretty sure we're well
rid of that rascal. Let us keep the one thing before us to find Jasper,
and fetch him back to camp again in time to start afresh."
"There, Benjamin is beckoning to us, Dick; he is ready to start off,"
and Roger eagerly obeyed the finger of the guide, for he was anxious to
be on the move.
They did not even stop to make a fire and cook anything at noon,
but munched some food that had been brought along with them. Roger
begrudged even a ten-minute stop, when it was not absolutely necessary.
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