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

“What do you hunt?” asked Lieutenant Pike.

“Game, señor. Do you hunt, also?”

“We travel down the Red River, to the American fort of Natchitoches.”

“Another stranger has arrived, in Santa Fe. His name is Robinson. He is an American. The governor received him well. He comes from your party?”

“There is no such man in my party,” the lieutenant answered; which was true, now.

Presently he arose. It was difficult talking by signs and short words.

“A Díos, señores. A pleasant journey to you.”

“One moment, señor,” begged the dragoon. “Where is your camp?”

“It is far; we have several camps. So good-by.”

He and Stub started on. But the dragoon and the Indian mounted their horses and followed. They were determined to find the camp.