Injuns sometimes foller up a buffalo trail, an' I want to be sure none of the varlets are chasin' that herd we saw to-day." Wetzel left the cave by the rear.

It took him fifteen minutes to crawl to the head of the tortuous, stony passage.

Lifting the stone which closed up the aperture, he looked out and listened.

Then, rising, he replaced the stone, and passed down the wooded hillside.
It was a beautiful morning; the dew glistened on the green leaves, the sun shone bright and warm, the birds warbled in the trees.

The hunter's moccasins pressed so gently on the moss and leaves that they made no more sound than the soft foot of a panther.