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"I can't say as to that; I can't say that I know," replied the prospector shortly. "What we wanted to ask you about was the Yakutat trail from the coast up?" interjected Ned. "You see, we are going that way and we want to get all the information we can about the trails and the country itself." Tad gave his companion a warning look, but Ned persisted in pressing his questioning.
They had journeyed to the woods in an automobile, carrying two tents which were set up under the trees. One tent was used to sleep in and the other for a dining room. There was also a place to cook. With the Brown family was Uncle Tad, who was really Mr. Brown's uncle. But the jolly old soldier was as much an uncle to Bunny and Sue as he was to their father.
He could easily reach the roof with his hands. A second more and his feet were lifted from the shoulders of the guide. They saw the figure in the opening; then it disappeared. A slight scraping noise was the only sound they heard. Tad flattened himself out and wriggled along toward the rear of the roof. Peering over the edge he made sure that there was no one about.
But I suppose the rain and high water weakened the supports. However, don't worry. We'll see what can be done." After a look at the way in which the rear wheels of the big car were lodged in the ditch, Uncle Tad and Mr. Brown went to the nearest town on foot to get help. Mrs. Brown, Bunny and Sue made a little camp beside the road, the children helping a little, and then running about to play.
There are here only Major Hay and the friend who accompanies me. A bright-faced boy runs in and out, darkly attired, so that his fob-chain of gold is the only relief to his mourning garb. This is little Tad., the pet of the White House. That great death, with which the world rings, has made upon him only the light impression which all things make upon childhood.
"Wait, I I I'm going to drop," came a voice from behind him. It sounded far away and indistinct. "You'd better not unless you want to go the rest of the way lying on your back," called back the lad. However, he slackened the speed of his pony a little, thinking that perhaps his prisoner might be in distress. Tad was too tender hearted to cause another to suffer, even if it were an enemy.
She nodded and Tad went at the meal almost ravenously. The Indian girl squatted down on the ground and watched him. "What's your name?" he asked between mouthfuls. "Jinny." "That's a funny name. Doesn't sound like an Indian name. Is it?" "Me not know. Young buck heap big eat," she added. "Yes. Oh, yes, I have something of an appetite," laughed Tad.
They were aroused an hour later by the most terrifying roar they had ever listened to. "What's the matter?" cried Tad, springing from his tent, trying to pierce the darkness with his gaze. "Is is the world coming to an end?" yelled Ned. "I guess the mountain is falling down," shouted Stacy. "Guide, guide!" roared the Professor.
I am sure you have something of importance to yourselves on your minds." "Not to us specially. Perhaps to you, though," replied Tad. "Indeed?" "We may be foolish. If so, you will understand that we have no motive beyond a desire to serve you." "That goes without saying." "Do you know a man by the name of Lasar Bob Lasar, Mr. Marquand?" Mr. Marquand started, eyeing both lads questioningly.
Now that night had settled over the trail, the riders had to move along more cautiously, and with tight reins, that their ponies might not stumble and hurl the riders over their heads. Tad, with an eye to caution, had advised them to do this. In this way the train moved on until nearly nine o'clock, when Lige announced that they had reached their halting place.
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