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

“None to-day sergeant; but we have hopes for to-morrow.”

“Yes, sir. The same here, sir.”

“So ye didn’t fetch in a buffler with that big pistol?” John Sparks bantered, of Stub.

“To-morrow,” answered weary Stub.

“To-morrow is a grand time,” said Baroney. “If there wasn’t any to-morrow, I don’t know what we’d do.”

The supper to-night was a scant meal, for all: just a few mouthfuls of dried meat and a handful of parched corn. In the morning the doctor decided briskly.

“You’ve rations for only to-day, sergeant?”

“Yes, sir; and scarce that, but we can make ’em do.”

“I feel sure that Baroney and the boy and I will find game before night. If we do, we’ll come in with it. But you keep on, as Lieutenant Pike ordered, until you kill meat or until he joins you, and never mind our whereabouts. We’ll take care of ourselves somehow, and I don’t propose to come in unless loaded.”