travelled for about a month, first by
water (See page 4) then by stage, then by horse.
[Illustration]
This was their third day in it. Just after their morning meal the bushes
parted.
[Illustration]
_An Indian stood before them! (See 1st Chap.)_ He merely said '_COME_.'
They take up their arms and do so.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Chapter V.
After following him for four hours, he stopped, turned around and said,
"Rest, eat you fellows." They did so. In about an hour they started
again. After walking ten miles they heard the roaring of an immense
cataract. Suddenly they find themselves face to face _with a long deep
gorge or canyon. 'Black Canyon,'_ they all cry. '_Stop_,' says the
Indian. He pushes a stone aside. It uncovers the mouth of a small cave.
The Indian struck a light with _two sticks_. They follow him into this
cave for about a mile when the cave opens into an immense Grotto. The
Indian whistled, _a bear and dog appeared_. "Bring meat, Nero," said the
Indian.
The bear at once brought a deer. Which they cooked and ate. Then the
Indian said, _"Show me the Treasure clue." His eyes flashed when he saw
it._
_Chapter VI._
[Illustration]
MIDNIGHT! _The Indian is about to light a fuse to a cask of gunpowder!
But James sees him and shoots him before he is able to light the fuse._
[Illustration]
He ran to the side of the dying Indian who made this confession. "I am
not an Indian. 10 years ago I met G. Gidean, a man who found a quantity
of gold here. Before be died, he sent that clue to a friend _who never
received it_. I knew the gold was here. I have hunted 10 years for it,
your clue showed me where IT was," _(here Black Eagle told it to James.)
Then Black Eagle DIED_.
_Chapter VII._
20 years have passed! James is the same as ever. Jack is owner of a
yacht.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
The Frontiersman owns a large cattle and hog ranch.
[Illustration]
Finis.
NOT I,
And Other POEMS,
_BY_
Robert Louis Stevenson,
Author of
_The Blue Scalper, Travels
with a Donkey etc._
PRICE 6d.
Dedicated to
_Messrs. R.& R. CLARKE_
by
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Davos
1881
_Not I._
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