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grass in it for tired and hungry horses, and To-la-go-to-de at once decided that there they should halt for the night. It was little beyond the middle of the afternoon, and a war-party of Lipans has neither tents to pitch nor much baggage to care for. Little time was lost in mere "going into camp," and even before that was done every fifth brave was ordered out to look for game. Not only would fresh meat be better than dry, if they could get any, but it would save their somewhat slender stock of provisions for another day. "Steve! Steve Harrison!" "What is it, Murray?" "I've spoken to old Two Knives. You and I are to hunt." "Hurrah for that! Which way are you going?" "Most of the others seem to be setting out southerly. I guess they're right, so far as game is concerned. You and I'll try that gap to the north-west. There's no telling where it may lead to." The "gap" he pointed at was a sombre-looking chasm, the mouth of which opened into the little valley where they were, at a distance of about half a mile. Nobody could tell, indeed, where it might lead to, nor could any one have guessed, until he was actually in it, what a very remarkable gap it was. The two white hunters, little as they looked like white men, had chosen to go on foot, and not one of their Lipan friends had accompanied them. If they were men to be "watched" at any other time, even the sharp eyes of Indian suspicion saw no need for it among the desolate solitudes of those "sierras." They did not hear To-la-go-to-de say to some of the red hunters: "No Tongue great hunter. Bring in more antelope than anybody else. Yellow Head good, too. You beat them? Ugh!" They would try beyond doubt, but more than one Lipan shook his head. The reputation of Murray as a slayer of game was too high to be questioned, and he had taught Steve Harrison like a father. "Murray," said Steve, "do you mean that such a gap as that offers me a chance?" "To get away?" "Yes. That's what I'm thinking of." "Can't say about that, my boy. Probably not. I don't believe it comes out on the western slope of the mountains." "What do you want to try it for, then?" "I don't exactly know. Game, perhaps. Then I want to teach you something more about mountains and finding your way among them. More than that, I don't want to go the same way with any of the rest." "I like that, anyhow. Seems as if I had ever so many questions to ask that
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