CHAPTER XVII.
THE MEETING IN THE WOODS.
After leaving Pawnee Brown, Jack Rasco followed the trail of his horse through a small grove of trees and along the upper bank of the very stream upon which the great scout encountered Yellow Elk.
"Blamed ef he didn't go further nor I expected muttered Rasco to himself as he trudged along. But the hoof-prints were now growing fresher and fresher, telling that the animal could not be far off.
The woods passed, he began ascending a small hill. At the top of this was a level patch, thickly overgrown with short brush.
He had just entered the brush when he heard a strange sound. He listened intently.
"Thet's a hoss in pain," he said to himself. "Too bad if the critter hez had a tumble an broke a leg! If that's By gum!"
Jack had stumbled upon a large opening directly in the midst of the brush. Before he could turn back the very soil beneath his feet gave way, and over and over he rolled down an incline of forty-five
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