ther measly varmints want ter look out!"
The guide seemed very much in earnest, which gave Frank fresh hope. The boy was ready to spend any length of time in the search for the missing child.
Having smoked and meditated a short time, Old Rocks arose.
"Come," he said, and he struck out once more.
Along the sh.o.r.e they went, the eyes of the guide always searching for the trail. Sometimes they were forced back from the water by steep bluffs and precipices, but the guide missed no places where the Indians could have landed.
It was about midway in the forenoon that the trail was struck. The canoes were found craftily concealed, and in the soft ground near the lake were the imprints of tiny feet.
"Thar!" cried Old Rocks, looking at the marks; "thet shows we ain"t on a wild-goose chase. Now we don"t hold up none whatever till we overtakes ther p"izen skunks an" rescues ther gal. You hear me!"
[Ill.u.s.tration: "The grizzly folded Frank in his embrace, crushing the lad against his s.h.a.ggy breast." (See page 205)]
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
A FIGHT WITH GRIZZLIES.
Frank found Old Rocks a hard man to follow, and the guide was amazed by the endurance of the boy.
It was long past midday when Rocks sat down on a fallen tree, and filled his pipe.
"Say," he drawled, surveying his companion, "you beat all ther tenderfut kids I"ve ever seen, dog my cats ef you don"t!"
"How is that?" asked Frank, who was glad to have a few moments" respite.
"What do you mean?"
"Wa-al, I hev bin expectin" all along as how you"d peg out, but I"m derned ef you don"t seem fresh as a daisy now!"
"Oh, I am good for a few miles more," said the boy, smiling.
Rocks nodded.
"Thet"s whatever. You"ve got buckram; but I know yer ain"t got sand.
Tenderfeet never has any."
"I don"t suppose you have ever found any exceptions?"
"Derned few! Now I"ve got somethin" ter say."
"Say it."
"It"s plain these yar red varmints are makin" a run fer it, kinder thinkin" they might be follered. It"s liable ter be several days afore they"re overtook."
"Well?"
"Wa-al, we ain"t fitted fer such a tramp."
"What"s that?" cried the boy in dismay. "You do not think of giving it up, do you?"
"Nary bit; but I kinder "lowed you might feel thet way."
"I guess not!"
"Stiddy! Don"t be too quick. Wait till I tells yer whut yer may expect."
"Go ahead."
"Jest ez long ez I"m on this yar trail I sh.e.l.l keep up ther pace I hev bin makin" this day su fur."
"That is good."
"Huah! Think yer kin stan" it, eh? Wa-al, thet ain"t all."
"Give us the rest of it."
"It"ll be a case o" sleepin" in ther open, "throut kiver, eatin" w"en yer kin, an" gittin" anything we kin shoot an" havin" it hafe cooked ur not cooked at all, an" lots o" other inconveniences thet"ll make yer long fer ther comforts o" home."
"And you fancy I"ll not be able to stand it?"
"I kinder "lowed it"d be hard on a tender kid like you be."
Frank had flung himself on the ground, but now he arose and faced the guide, speaking firmly and calmly:
"Rocks, you heard the child say she"d be my fairy, you saw that she took to me, I sung her to sleep, and she clung to me. I will tell you now that I am ready to go through anything for Fairy Fay. She is in terrible danger. If she is not rescued, her fate is frightful to contemplate. I shall never rest till she is saved! I want to go along with you; but I shall continue the hunt alone, if you will not have me."
The old fellow grunted sourly, and puffed away at the black pipe for some moments. At last, he got upon his feet and held out his hand to Frank.
"Put ther thar!" he cried. "You talk all right; we"ll see how yer pan out. You kin go erlong."
They shook hands, and Frank was well satisfied.
"You stay right yere by ther trail," directed the guide. "I"m goin" over yon a piece ter see ef thar is some mud geysers down thar. It"s been some time sence I wuz in this yar part o" ther park, an" I wants ter git my bearin"s. I"ll be back yere directly, an" you kin be restin"
meantime."
Frank felt like demurring, but he believed it best to do exactly as the guide directed, and so he nodded and sat down again, while Old Rocks strode away and soon disappeared.
Nearly thirty minutes pa.s.sed, and then, of a sudden, the boy was startled by the report of a rifle, the sound of the shot coming from the direction in which the guide had disappeared.
"I wonder what it can mean?" speculated Frank.
He was uneasy. He knew the guide might have fired at some kind of small game, but for some reason he fancied such was not the case.
Was Old Rocks in trouble?