“Be jabers, but that’s the place where the haythen come in!” concluded Teddy, as he paused in amazement and looked in that direction.
And while he thus stood gazing, the opening was darkened by a moving body, which almost instantly disappeared.
“That’s the rid-skin goin’ out,” rightly concluded the Irishman, as he hurried along after him.
For fully two hundred feet more, the wondering Teddy made his way along the subterranean cavern, looking neither to the right nor the left, but with his eye fixed upon the light opening, which seemed to shine like a beacon light to him.
When the opening was reached, he unhesitatingly walked out into the open air, and found himself on the bank of the stream, very near the point, where he and old Stebbins had left it.
“This route is much aisier than t’other,” concluded Teddy, as he looked wonderingly about him, “and I rispict the sinse of the haythen that used it to come in by.”
Fixing the place in his mind, so that there could be no mistake about finding it again, he hurried to rejoin his friend.
The trapper, as a matter of course, was intensely excited and apprehensive. The sounds of the tumult below him, having suddenly died out, made it appear that Teddy had “gone under” by the hands of the treacherous Blackfeet.
While he was in this distressing uncertitude, he descried the Irishman hastening toward him. He raised his hands in amazement, but before Teddy could speak the trapper comprehended how the thing had come about.