Lost with Lieutenant Pike / How from the Pawnee Village the boy named Scar Head marched with the young American Chief clear into the Snowy Mountains; how in the dead of winter they searched for the Lost River and thought that they had found it; and how the Spanish Soldiery came upon them and took them down to Santa Fé of New Mexico, where another surprise awaited them

by Edwin L. Sabin

About noon they emerged from the long valley of the river into a broadening, with snow peaks shimmering in the distances, and a line of high flat-topped hills crossing the route before.

“Hist! There be Injuns or them Spanish, likely!” Tom warned, pointing ahead.

They halted and peered.

“No. I take it they’re some of our own men,” said John Mountjoy.

“What do ye say, Stub?” John Sparks queried.

Stub nodded. His eyes were true eyes.

“No Injuns. Our men,” he asserted.

So they went on, toward the flat-topped hills, and met the parties of Sergeant Meek and Baroney.

“Hello to you,” John Sparks greeted “What luck?”