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nce which is the characteristic of the true man of the woods. The gentle breeze blowing down the canyon brought to their ears the rustling of the dry poplar-leaves and the faint murmur of the stream which, tumbling down the canyon, accompanied the main trail a hundred yards away. Suddenly Cameron's hand fell upon the knee of the half-breed with a swift grip. "Listen!" he said, bending forward. With mouths slightly open and with hands to their ears they both sat motionless, breathless, every nerve on strain. Gradually the dead silence seemed to resolve itself into rhythmic waves of motion rather than of sound--"TUM-ta-ta-TUM. TUM-ta-ta-TUM. TUM-ta-ta-TUM." It was the throb of the Indian medicine-drum, which once heard can never be forgotten or mistaken. Without a word to each other they rose, doused their fire, cached their saddles, blankets and grub, and, taking only their revolvers, set off up the canyon. Before they had gone many yards Cameron halted. "What do you think, Jerry?" he said. "I take it they have come in the back way over the old Porcupine Trail." Jerry grunted approval of the suggestion. "Then we can go in from the canyon. It is hard going, but there is less fear of detection. They are sure to be in the Big Wigwam." Jerry shook his head, with a puzzled look on his face. "Dunno me." "That is where they are," said Cameron. "Come on! Only two miles from here." Steadily the throb of the medicine-drum grew more distinct as they moved slowly up the canyon, rising and falling upon the breeze that came down through the darkness to meet them. The trail, which was bad enough in the light, became exceedingly dangerous and difficult in the blackness of the night. On they struggled painfully, now clinging to the sides of the gorge, now mounting up over a hill and again descending to the level of the foaming stream. "Will they have sentries out, I wonder?" whispered Cameron in Jerry's ear. "No--beeg medicine going on--no sentry." "All right, then, we will walk straight in on them." "What you do?" inquired Jerry. "We will see what they are doing and send them about their business," said Cameron shortly. "No," said Jerry firmly. "S'pose Indian mak beeg medicine--bes' leave him go till morning." "Well, Jerry, we will take a look at them at any rate," said Cameron. "But if they are fooling around with any rebellion nonsense I am going to step in and stop it." "No," said Jerry aga
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