Two Boys in Wyoming: A Tale of Adventure: (Northwest Series, No. 3)Ellis, Edward Sylvester
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Two Boys in Wyoming: A Tale of Adventure: (Northwest Series, No. 3)
Ellis, Edward Sylvester
Frontier and pioneer life -- Wyoming -- Juvenile fiction; Western stories; Wyoming -- Juvenile fiction
Hank's decision was to visit the camp, in the hope of picking up some
information about the missing boy. It has been shown that he was so
convinced that no danger threatened Jack Dudley that he did not hesitate
to leave him alone, believing him asleep. As a precaution, however, he
flung additional fuel on the fire, with a view of keeping away any wild
animals that might be in the vicinity. Had Jack answered to his name
when called by the guide he would have been invited to accompany him for
a portion at least of the way on the reconnaissance, as it might be
termed--a most welcome relief. Thus, trifling as was the deception, it
operated unfavorably for our young friend.
The progress of the veteran through and over the rough country was a
very different proceeding from that of the two boys. He seemed never to
hesitate or be in doubt as to the shortest and easiest course, and his
advance, therefore, was much the same as if he were striding across the
grassy plateau near camp. As he went forward his shifting position
frequently shut out the beacon-light, but he made no mistake at any
point in his walk. It was a striking proof of his woodcraft that when he
reached the canyon it was at a spot where it was so narrow that he
appeared merely to lengthen his step when he placed himself on the other
side. Progressing in this manner, it did not take him long to reach the
immediate vicinity of the camp.
The blaze had been kindled among a clump of cedars which were a
continuation of a growth that extended with more or less vigor for miles
among the mountains, gradually disappearing as the snow-line was
reached. Hazletine recalled the particular spot so clearly that he knew
precisely what to do.
It was not very late in the evening, else there would have been one of
the Indians on guard. As it was, the three were lolling in lazy
attitudes, smoking their long-stemmed pipes and talking in a disjointed
fashion. If they had eaten anything in camp, there were no evidences of
it.
Having reached a point from which he could survey the party without
being observed, the hunter proceeded to do so. His first feeling was of
disappointment, for Motoza was not one of the three bucks, who appeared
to be in middle life, and were dressed and painted similarly to that
individual. In fact, the trio were the ones seen by the youths earlier
in the day, at the point where the break in the canyon occurred.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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