One was on either side the stream, vigilantly searching the bed of the limpid stream, as they walked along; but they saw nothing more of the coveted saffron, and every step they took brought them near the cañon, which could now be at no great distance.
Finally they came in sight of the place, where the stream narrowed and deepened and increased in velocity, while the banks rose to a hight of twenty and more feet, so close in some places that a man could easily leap across.
The instant they caught sight of the cañon, Teddy O’Doherty started back, with an exclamation of surprise.
“Crazy ag’in!” asked the trapper, somewhat provoked at his performances.
“I’ve seen that place afore.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
Stebbins looked at him, as if he verily believed his head was turned. Before he could speak, Teddy added, in a voice free from all jest.
“I saw that place in a dhraam durin’ the little shlaap I secured last avening. Yis,” he added, “jist exactly as I saa it there.”
“Wal, what of it?”