"
"Go quite a distance, too. She might not get an opportunity to drop
anything for some time after leaving the fork."
"That's true, sir," said Cooler; "the redskins would naturally be
watching her closely. Which way will you go, Paul?"
"Let the liftinint say," answered the elder scout, tightening his belt
and readjusting his equipments for resuming his riding.
"All ready, then," said I. "You take the right, Weaver, and George the
left. While you are gone we'll turn out the stock."
The scouts departed, and a few moments later the horses of the command
were cropping the rich grass of the narrow valley, sentinels were
placed to watch them and look for the return of the guides, and the
rest of the men threw themselves upon the turf to rest.
An hour passed away, when Weaver was seen returning from the northern
trail. As he approached he held something above his head. Directing
the horses to be made ready, I walked forward to meet him, and
received from his hand a small bow of blue ribbon, which I at once
recognized to be the property of Brenda.
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