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The ice once broken, Barringford's tongue grew more talkative, and he related all the particulars so far as he knew them. "When I worked my way down into the waterway I felt sartin I would find Henry in some sort o' shape," he concluded. "But I couldn't find nuthin', not even his cap. His gun he dropped on the hill, an' here it is," and he handed it to Dave.
He also pointed out Barringford's footsteps, and declared that the old frontiersman had most likely followed the others, after the pack-train was overhauled and looted. It was nightfall by the time all these observations were made, and the three decided to go into camp at a convenient spot, not far away.
He listened intently and soon the cry was repeated. "Somebody is calling for help!" he exclaimed to the others. "Where?" asked Joseph Morris quickly, and reached for his hat and greatcoat. "I think the call came from yonder," answered the son, pointing in the direction. "Was it Sam Barringford's voice?" "I couldn't make out." "Perhaps some traveler has lost his way," put in Rodney.
Letters were sent to Annapolis and to Philadelphia concerning Barringford's discovery but brought no satisfaction. Once a party wrote that the children might belong to his dead brother, but this proved to be untrue. "It's a complete mystery, that's what it is," declared Henry. "And it looks to me as if it will never be solved," added Dave. The children still remained at the Morris house and Mrs.
"Sometimes a frightened critter like thet runs off an' never shows himself again." After the buffalo had been skinned, the best portions of the meat were cut out and rolled in the hide, which was strapped to the back of Barringford's saddle. The wolves were left where they had fallen.
Over and over Henry asked the question as he and the old frontiersman worked over the inanimate form they had brought to shore from the waters of the river. "Hope so, Henry, but I can't tell yet," was Barringford's answer. "We'll do all we can, and trust the rest to God." Both worked with a will, doing whatever they thought was best.
He wondered what he had best do. Should he risk a rush to the right or the left? That would place one set of enemies in front of him and one behind. But all might pass on, leaving him to shift for himself. While he was deliberating a shout rang out ahead, followed by a rifle shot. Then, as if in a dream, he heard a yell in Sam Barringford's voice: "Stop, Jean Bevoir, you everlastin' rascal! Stop!"
He was always glad to have Dave and Henry with him, and they were likewise delighted to go, for, as my old readers will remember, Sam Barringford was a famous hunter and rarely came back empty-handed. One day Henry, who had been out after wild turkeys, came back in a state of mild excitement. He had seen hoofprints which were strange to him, and he wanted Barringford's opinion on them.
"I thought my time had come when I went under," he said, when he could talk. "The rock pinned me down between the tree-roots, and if it hadn't been for the roots, I suppose I should have been crushed to death. I held my breath as long as I could, and then I gulped in some water and lost my senses." "It was truly a narrow escape," was Barringford's comment.
It was high time, for Henry had suffered much, and as soon as the living wolves had disappeared he plunged forward and fainted in Barringford's arms. "He has had a lough time of it, poor fellow," murmured the old frontiersman. "If we hadn't 'a' come up as we did, he would have been done for." "Is he seriously hurt?" questioned Dave anxiously. "Don't think he is, Dave.
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