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

“Now take care of those feet,” he urged.

Everybody shook hands with them.

“Good-by, lads.”

“Good-by to yez. God send yez safe to the Red River, an’ we’ll join yez there, all bound home together.”

“For’d, march!” barked the lieutenant. His voice was husky. There were tears freezing on his cheeks.

“For’d, men,” rasped old Sergeant Meek, and blew his nose violently.

A number of the other men were sniffling and blowing, and Stub choked as he blindly trudged. Bluff Hugh Menaugh growled gently to himself, while he and Jake hobbled.

As long as they could see the little camp and the two figures sitting they occasionally turned and waved; and John and Tom waved answer.

“Well, we did our best for ’em,” sighed Corporal Jerry. “We took only one meal o’ meat. They have the rest. ’Twill get ’em through, like as not.”