Joses, who stared as he caught sight of the saturated clothes.

"What! been in after the fish?" he said with a chuckle. "I got mine,
master, without being wet."

"We've had a narrow escape from drowning, Joses," said the Doctor,
hoarsely.

"That's bad, master, that's bad," cried Joses. "It all comes o' my
going away and leaving you and Master Bart, there; but I thought a few
o' these salmon chaps would be good eating, so I went and snared 'em out
with a bit o' wire and a pole."

"I shall soon be better, Joses," replied the Doctor. "The accident
would have happened all the same whether you had been there or no. Let
us get back to the camp."

"Are we going to leave them beautiful fish the Beaver and old
Speechworks here have caught and cooked?" asked Joses, regretfully.

"No," said the Doctor, sinking down upon a stone, "let us rest and eat
them. We shall not hurt out here in this bright sunshine, Bart, and
we'll wring some of the water out of our clothes, and have less weight
to carry."

This speech gave the greatest of satisfaction, for the party were
ravenously hungry, and the halt was not long enough to do any one hurt,
for the broiled salmon was rapidly eaten. Then they started, and after
a rather toilsome climb, ascended once more to the level of the plain,
and reaching the waggons learned that all was well, before proceeding to
the Doctor's quarters in his tent at the top of the mountain.

CHAPTER THIRTY.

THE BEAVER SNIFFS DANGER.

"There's something wrong, Master Bart," said Joses that evening, as
Bart, rejoicing in the luxury of well-dried clothes, sat enjoying the
beauty of the setting sun, and thinking of the glories of the canyon,
longing to go down again and spend a day spearing trout and salmon for
the benefit of the camp.

"Wrong, Joses!" cried Bart, leaping up. "What's wrong?"

"Dunno," said Joses, gruffly, "and not knowing, can't say."

"Have you seen anything, then?"

"No."

"Have you heard of anything?"

"No."

"Has anybody brought bad news?"

"No."

"Then what is it?" cried Bart. "Why don't you speak."

"'Cause I've nothing to say, only that I'm sure there's something
wrong."

"But why are you sure?"

"Because the Beaver's so busy."

"What is he doing?"

"All sorts of things. He hasn't said anything, but I can see by his way
that he sniffs danger somewhere. He's getting all the horses into the
cavern stable, and making his men drive all the cattle into