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Here are the things I did bring along," and Sam Barringford brought them forth from a bag he had carried and laid them in a pile on the table. The others gathered around and surveyed the articles Barringford had brought along with keen interest. The money amounted to two pounds and six shillings, some in Spanish coin, but mostly in English.
Father thinks we'll have no more trouble, but Sam Barringford says we won't have real peace until the redskins have had one whipping they won't forget as long as they live." "Well, Sam knows the Indians pretty thoroughly." "No one knows them better. And why shouldn't he know 'em? He's been among them since he was a small boy, and he must be fifty now if he's a day."
Dave gave a look, and then, regardless of the seriousness of the situation, burst into a laugh. The beans were rolling in all directions, under the rocks and the horses' feet. It took some time to rescue the fallen animal and gather up the best part of the beans. "Never mind," said Barringford philosophically. "Those beans will grow, and when you come back this way ag'in ye can pick 'em, Henry."
It was a beautiful place, but it seemed fated not to thrive. We must push on to some other territory." Dismounting, they started to poke among the ruins, thinking they might possibly turn up something of value. While they were at this task Barringford and the others appeared. "Well, I vum!" cried the old frontiersman. "Ef this ain't jess too naturally bad fer anything!
"We'll have to go back to the spot as soon as the storm clears away," said Joseph Morris. "You didn't find anything with the man's name on it?" came from Dave. "Nary a thing, lad. But my search wasn't any too good, remember," answered Barringford. "As soon as I saw the babies I started for here with 'em." "Each has a locket around its neck," came from Mrs. Morris suddenly.
"The best piece of fish in the pan to the one who wins!" "Done!" returned Dave. "Are you ready to start?" "Yes. But wait, let us call Sam, and he can start us." And he yelled to the old frontiersman. "Want to race, eh?" said Barringford. "All right, if ye ain't too tired after sech a ride as we've had. All ready? Then go it, both on ye! Go!"
He thought he heard Barringford calling and started to answer. Then he pushed forward once more, hoping each moment to gain higher ground. But the pocket, for such it really was, grew deeper, and suddenly he found himself at the edge of a deep hole. He tried to step back, but the dirt under his feet gave way and he plunged downward he knew not whither.
A good darky ain't got no opinion at all o' a redskin they hate 'em wuss nor p'ison." How long the fruitless discussion might have lasted there is no telling, but during a brief pause Henry chanced to glance across the prairie and uttered an exclamation. "Something is moving yonder. What is it?" Barringford leaped to his feet and gave a long, earnest look. "Buffaloes!" he said laconically.
Many small animals were brought in by both Dave and Henry, and Barringford varied the sport by laying low a wildcat that came one night to rob them of some of the meat. When the start for the trading-post was begun, they found their steeds loaded down with the trophies of the chase. Consequently, progress was slow, and it took one day longer than they had expected to reach the Ohio.
"Couldn't leave this 'ere pack nohow," returned Barringford, nodding at the bundle in his arms. "Why not? Nobody is going to steal it tonight, I reckon." "Taint that, Joe; the bundle's alive." "What!" "Babies two on 'em, too." "I vow!" put in James Morris. "Babies! Give them to me and I'll carry 'em to the house. Joe, you give Sam a lift, if he needs it."
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