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"It was hereabouts, somewhere," muttered Redhand, to himself rather than to his friend; then added quickly, as he threw down his pack, "Ay, there it is never touched. Now that's what I call luck." "Wot's luck?" inquired Waller. "Ah, dat is de keevestion," added Gibault with a look of surprise.
"'Tis a sweet spot," said Redhand to his comrades, who stood or reclined in various attitudes around him. "Such a place as I've often thought of casting anchor in for life." "An' why don't ye, then?" inquired Waller. "If I was thinkin' o' locating down anywhar', I guess I'd jine ye, old man. But I'm too fond o' rovin' for that yet. I calc'late it'll be some years afore I come to that pint.
The sedate Indian took special pleasure in watching the doings of his old friend. Usually, he contented himself with a grunt of assent when Redhand made a remark on the peculiarities of a plant or an insect, but sometimes he ventured on a brief observation, and occasionally even proposed a question to his aged companion, which Redhand found it difficult to answer.
"Come, lads, that's good news about March, anyhow," cried Redhand; "an' I'm of opinion that the Wild Man o' the West an't just so wild as people think. I, for one, will trust him. There's somethin' about the corner of a man's eye that tells pretty plain whether he's false or true. Depend on't we shall find March where he told us, so the sooner we set off the better."
When it was done, it, along with all the scattered things, was placed in the canoe, and then Redhand, approaching the artist, touched his cap and said "You have shared our hunt to-day, sir; mayhap you'll not object to share our camp and our supper." "Most willingly, my good friend," replied the artist, rising and holding out his hand, which the trapper shook heartily. "You seem to be trappers."
One of the most interesting points in the inspection of the sketch-book was, that old Redhand recognised almost every one of the landscapes as spots with which he was well acquainted; and as Bertram had sketched most diligently as he travelled along, Redhand told him that by the aid of that book, without compass or anything else, he could trace his route backward, step by step, to the Saskatchewan river.
He was kneeling beside Macgregor, who had dismounted and lain down. "I believe they've done for me," said the fur trader faintly. "That arrow must have gone deeper than I thought." "You'd better let me see the wound, sir," said Redhand; "your shirt is covered with blood." "No, no," said the wounded man savagely; "let me rest see, I'm better now. You will find a flask in the bag at my saddle-bow.
To this fortress they retired the instant the Indians made their appearance. Fortunately all the members of the little party had come in. "They're holdin' a council o' war," said Bounce, carefully examining the priming of his piece. "It's as like as not they'll attack us, but they'll get a hearty and an oncommonly warm welcome." "They'll not attack us," said Redhand.
The scattered trappers rode for a long time singly, but as they neared the fort, one or two of them met, and when they came first in sight of the tall flagstaff, Bounce, Redhand, and Gibault rode abreast. McLeod was standing in front of the fort, when the three horsemen came dashing over the plain.
"Hallo! up there," shouted Redhand, who was at that moment, along with March, exerting his utmost strength in order to keep the canoe off a rock over which the water was bursting in volumes of thick foam; "haul away! haul away! we're just about up." The shout attracted Bertram's attention; he turned his eyes involuntarily towards the river.
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