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Updated: June 5, 2025
"He can trust me, take my word upon it," said Hector Bergerac. "I have thought it over, and I feel certain that French rule in this country is at an end. England is too strong for us. To fight longer would be like striking one's head against a stone wall." "Which shows that you have some sense," put in Barringford. "I must say I'm sick o' war too. Let us all go to huntin, I say, an' make money.
Morris, while little Nell and some of the others shuddered. "I didn't notice the bundle in the tree at fust, but while I was takin' in the awful sights afore me I heard a strange sound. 'Sam Barringford, thet's a wildcat, sez I to myself and swung my gun around putty quick. But it wasn't no wildcat at all, but them babies beginning to set up a howl. Maybe I wasn't taken back.
Looking into the passageway, torch in hand, Dave saw that it was now completely choked. To get out by the way he had come was impossible. He was virtually entombed alive! A shiver went over him and he called to Sam Barringford with all the power of his youthful lungs. To his intense dismay, no answer came back, showing that the fall of dirt and stones had been greater than anticipated.
But he did not turn back, and every minute wasted only added to his alarm, for Sam Barringford, rough though he was in outward appearance, had a heart that at times could be as tender as that of a child. "If the lad's dead I don't know how I'm a-goin' to break the news to his folks," he groaned, with a long sigh. "Joseph and his wife allers looked to me to keep an eye on him.
"Don't let us give up, Sam," pleaded Henry, and started to go down once more, when the rock turned completely over, and a long tree root flew up close to the surface of the stream. "There he is!" shouted Barringford, and swam forward.
By morning Dave felt more like himself, and he would have gone ahead on the hunt, but Barringford would not permit it. "We have plenty of time," said the old frontiersman. "You jest lay around in the sun, an' you'll feel better for it." "Well, then, you and Henry can go out," insisted Dave. "There is no reason why you should suck your thumbs waiting for me."
"They looked something like a deer's," he said, "but were larger." "Must have been an elk," answered the old frontiersman. "But I allow as how thar ain't many of them critters around this deestrict." Henry had come back in the evening, so that the tracks he had discovered were not inspected by Sam Barringford until the following morning.
The departure was made in a keen, frosty air, which was as clear as it was invigorating. Henry and Dave's father accompanied those who were going as far as the burn-over on the Kinotah, and then watched them out of sight around a bend of the trail. "It looks a bit familiar to me now," said Dave to Barringford, as they rode along under the big trees.
Dave wanted to look for you, an' wouldn't stay by the game nohow. Can't blame him, nuther, seein' as we came up jest in the nick o' time," added the old frontiersman. All thoughts of sleep were now out of the question, and the three sat around the tiny campfire, discussing the situation. With the first streak of dawn Barringford set to work skinning the buffalo, and Dave assisted.
"What makes you say that?" "Henry said so. He found a squirrel's nest just loaded with nuts." "Certainly a pretty good sign, for the squirrels know just about how long they have got to keep themselves in food before spring comes." "I hope it stays clear for a day longer," put in Joseph Morris. "I am looking for Sam Barringford.
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