In Barracks and Wigwam — page 47: what you’re looking at

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Le. foe POS raze z ¥ y . ° "i ‘4 ‘ . - ’ - — ; . however. Steve's boat, which he képt in an eddy a short distance below the overshoot, was missing. “T’ll find them somewhere down stream,” Linn cots cluded, “and I hope it will be on this side. I[f they ve landed on the other shore I'll have to go a mile below to— the bridge—unless [ can run across a boat.” Slowly and warily the lad tramped down the bank of the creek, keeping under the trees and bushes, and watching on all sides and ahead. us Nearly half a mile below the dam he came to where a tiny stream trickled through a densely wooded ravine into the creek. Just across the ravine towered a rocky hill, and here began the narrow path that led, between the water’s edge and the base of the cliff, to the mouth of Alexander’s Cave. It was a lonely spot, and one rarely visited. Linn paused, listened, and crept closer to the bank of the creek. He suddenly caught sight of the missing boat pulled far up into the shaded channel of the rivulet, and at the same instant he detected-low voices near by. With a fast-beating heart he stepped across the stream and cautiously parted a fringe of bushes on the opposite bank. His search was ended at last. In a shady nook under the trees, with a flat stone be- tween them, sat Steve and Bruce. They were smoking short pipes, and each held a hand- ful of cards. On the surface of the rock were more cards,.a heap of silver coins, and two glasses of wine. From the open lunch basket, which stood near by, pro-- -truded a green bottle and a parcel of sandwiches. ‘EO aayt books: co er |