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Updated: May 15, 2025
"I reckon you're the younkers I'm waiting for." "If you are Hank Hazletine, you are the man." "That's the name I gin'rally go by; which one of you is Jack Dudley?" "I am," replied that young gentleman. "Then t'other one is Fred Greenwood, eh?" he asked, turning toward the younger. "You have our names right."
"If I'd expected to be alone," explained Hazletine, "I wouldn't have brought this stuff with me, but we may not see a maverick or any game all the way home. I wouldn't mind it, but I don't s'pose you are used to it." "I should say not," replied Jack, as well as he could, while his mouth was filled with bread, meat and milk; "I'm hungry enough to eat a mule."
Manifestly the right course for the sentinel was to discharge his gun, thus scaring the Indian and awaking Hazletine; but, while debating the question with himself, he became aware that the hostile was advancing. The fellow did this with such marvellous cunning that Jack perceived no movement of his legs or feet.
"It looks as if there is no other way of punishing him," remarked Fred; "but the case is different with Motoza." "Wal, rather!" It would be impossible to convey a true idea of the manner of Hank Hazletine when he uttered these words. He nodded his head, clinched his free hand, and his eyes seemed to flash fire. "Do you mean to kill him, Hank?"
From some point not very far off came the report of a rifle, though whether it was the weapon of Hank Hazletine or one of the Indians that had been discharged, neither could guess. "Somebody else is in luck, and I don't see why we should not " Before Fred could finish his sentence both heard the rustling of bushes behind them.
Under the tender ministrations of Jack Dudley and Hank Hazletine the returned wanderer recovered to a great degree his strength, and to the fullest degree his naturally buoyant spirits. The faint odor of the broiling meat which lingered in the air awoke his ravenous appetite, but knowing how long he had been without food, the cowman would not permit him to eat more than a tithe of what he craved.
"I suppose it would be no trouble for him," was the lugubrious thought of the youth, "but it will be the death of us!" Happily this dread proved unfounded. The sun had hardly crossed the meridian when both lads were thrilled by the declaration of Hazletine: "Wal, if you younkers are as hungry as me, we'll have a bite."
Why not climb the side of the canyon? He was so overcome by the question, which seemed born of heaven, that he stood dazed and bewildered. Then he became cool again and asked: "Is it possible?" He recalled that Hank Hazletine had told him he had done it during the daytime, and it must have been somewhere in this neighborhood.
He gave the men no further attention, for he did not suspect the new-comer had anything to impart of interest to him. The boy felt more like resenting this interference with the momentous business he and the guide had on hand. But Jack was mistaken. Hardly was he a hundred feet from the couple when Hazletine asked: "What's up, Bill?" "One of them young tenderfeet is missing, eh?"
These rocks seem to be placed at the right intervals, and so long as I can locate them I'll go ahead." The belief of Jack was that somewhere in the side of the canyon was a cave in which his comrade was held captive. The sight that the two boys had obtained of Hank Hazletine, when he disappeared so suddenly from sight, lent strength to the theory.
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