Two arrows : a story of red and white . eks. Little game, andthe drought driving it all away. He doubts if we find anywater between here and the mountains. Hopes to reachit by to-morrow night in the direction hes taking. Therest of his band are down there now. Did he say all that ? exclaimed Sile in amazement. You wasnt a-watchin of him. I told him what Ithought about it and what we meant to do. Tell youwhat, my boy, if youre to meet many redskins youve gotto learn sign language. It beats words all holler. Well, I did see his hands and yours a-going. Yes, and his face and mine too, and elbows
Two arrows : a story of red and white . eks. Little game, andthe drought driving it all away. He doubts if we find anywater between here and the mountains. Hopes to reachit by to-morrow night in the direction hes taking. Therest of his band are down there now. Did he say all that ? exclaimed Sile in amazement. You wasnt a-watchin of him. I told him what Ithought about it and what we meant to do. Tell youwhat, my boy, if youre to meet many redskins youve gotto learn sign language. It beats words all holler. Well, I did see his hands and yours a-going. Yes, and his face and mine too, and elbows and as easy as fallin off a log when you once get the hangof it. What do you think we had better do after that?asked Judge Parks. Read our own signs. Push on for water till we getsome. It cant be moren one day, now. I know justabout where I am. Risk my life on it. So they went forward, but that night had to be takenfor rest and the morning found men and horses in a terri-ble plight. Not one drop of water had they left, and all. ^^V«K A TE A Thirsty March. 47 they had been able to do for the horses and mules hadbeen to sponge their parched mouths. They had campednear some trees and bushes, as usual, and it was just aboutdaylight that Yellow Pine came to wake up his employer. Look a here, jedge. I was too much played out tofind it last night, but here it is. Come. Well, what is it ? asked the judge, a moment later. Yellow Pine was pointing at a broad, deeply trodden,flinty looking rut in the surface of the prairie. Thats the old bufler path I follered last year, when Iwent into the mountains, or Im the worst sold man youever saw. It led me jest to where we all want to go,zackly as I told you. Wed better hitch up and follow it now, then. We had. Itll take us west on a bee-line, and itll goto all the chances for water there are. The buffaloes could safely be trusted for that, and beforethe sun was up the mining party was following the verypath which had led the big game w
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