Part 4 (1/2)

The sun see creature made its appearance upon the dry and desolate plain Away in the western horizon, at last, soan to show theed his weary horse to the side of his father, pointing at them

”Will there be some rain?” he asked, in a dry and husky whisper

”My poor boy! are you so thirsty as that? Those are the mountains”

Sile's mind distinctly connected the idea of mountains with that of water, and he took off his hat and swung it, vainly trying to hurrah

”They're a long way off yet, but we can get there Old Pine is right”

It onderfully good news, but every ather it for himself nobody cared to say an unnecessary word to anybody else

It was impossible to tell the horses, and the poor brutes were suffering painfully

”I reckon they'll hold out,” said Pine; ”but they'll only jest do it

We're htest kind of a squeeze”

So they were, and it grew tighter and tighter as they went on Sile et up to Yellow Pine in the advance, and whisper,

”Were you ever any thirstier than this in all your life?”

”Yes, sir! This isn't e and there's coals of fire on the back of yer neck Keep your courage up, ood deal to hi Indians endured that sort of thing, and he had determined to show ”Indian blood,” as if he had some in him It was the hardest kind of hard work, and it kept hi of rivers and lakes and ice and even lee-hen, and he said to Pine,

”Isn't that a sign of water?”

”Thes never drink,” said Pine ”When you come to eat 'em they need to be b'iled twice They're jest the driest bird there is There's the roaned Sile ”But they're getting bigger, and perhaps we'll reach 'em some time”

CHAPTER VII

THE GREAT CAnON

It was not yet dark when Two Arrows and One-eye halted at the mouth of the pass One-eye looked forward and whined, but his ht the h ground, but the trail had been wide and well marked It was almost like a road, so far as roo of wheels, neither did that trail He was considering the curious fact that not a man of his band knew that such a path existed or where it led to It was so to set his a so new and remarkable It was a deed for an old brave rather than for a boy of fifteen He needed rest, but when he again turned and looked into the pass he at once arose and walked on

”Dark soon Maybe can't walk then Do some more before that,” said Two Arrows

He was in a spot worth looking at Some old-time convulsion of nature had cleft the iant walls of rock arose on either side of him for hundreds of feet, almost perpendicularly For soravelly bottom was froments or bowlders, but it was evident that at soh that gorge to keep it clean

”When snow melts,” muttered Two Arrows, ”pretty bad place”

No doubt, or after any great stor the peaks beyond; but all was dry as a bone now It was sure to become dark early in such a chasht be for seeing the way On went the young explorer until he calooments of trees, drift-wood of old torrents