"Where?"
"Down in ther kasm—will yer go down an' see it?"
"Not now," replied the scout. "I must find out, first, where my friend is. I blame myself for keeping still so long, and if you will let me out, I will go to the top of the bluff and see if I can discover him."
"All right. I'll go with yer," replied Bear-Paw.
Kelly took care to return the gold to the bag, and place it where he could find it again; then he signified his readiness to go.
"I'm goin' out, gal," the old trapper said to the aged negro woman. "Jest keep yer ears open, fur I may be in a hurry when I kem back," and they were ushered into the outer cavern.
A low whinny greeted Kelly.
"Poor old horse!" he said, "you are on short rations just now. I must try and get you something to eat."
"Yes," said Bear-Paw, "we'll cut some grass fur ther critter, an' bring back with us."
Kelly led his horse to the water, and after he had drank, returned him to the cavern and told him to lie down.