as the night wore away without bringing any further evidence of the presence of enemies, the solicitude of vose adams was transferred to the two, who, hardly a mile distant, were awaiting with equal anxiety the coming of morning. they and he had agreed upon the plan to be pursued, but now, with the crisis at hand, the guide became apprehensive about the final issue.

suppose the couple should leave their hiding place to return to the main trail before their pursuers were out of the way? mutual discovery was certain with the dreadful catastrophe that none dreaded more than he. but it would seem that lieutenant russell was too cautious to run the risk of so fatal a mistake. he would reconnoitre the ground and keep out of sight until the coast was clear, but the restless adams was astir at the first streakings of light in the cañon.

he first visited the animals. it was possible that the stealthy prowler of the night before had done them injury, but, so far as he could ascertain, nothing of the kind had occurred. except for what he had seen and heard during the darkness, he would not have known that a visitor had been in camp.

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it was not fully light when the others rose from their primitive couches. water was at hand, and after drinking and ablution, the group sat down to their morning meal, which disposed of the last remnant furnished by vose adams. while they were eating, he told of the occurrences of the night and was surprised that his companions made light of them. to them it was of less importance than to him.

“so long as they do no more than prowl about the camp,” remarked captain dawson, “we need feel no concern.”

“it seems to me,” said brush, “that if the fellow intended mischief, he would have done it, but he has left no traces of anything of the kind.”

“which was because the right kind of chance didn’t show itself,” said vose; “if we don’t have a lively fight before this bus’ness is over, i’m much mistook, but it’s time we was moving.”

the guide seemed to have forgotten his resentment of the night before and his friends were too considerate to refer to it. it took but a short time to make the animals ready, when the procession started up the gorge, vose, as usual, leading, with the captain next, then wade ruggles, while the parson brought up the rear, that position naturally falling to him.

men and beasts were refreshed by their rest and food, and it required but a brief while to reach the top 295 of the gorge, where, as will be remembered, it terminated. it was here that vose adams began his fine work, and he showed no more hesitancy in drawing a “long bow,” than on the previous night, when pretending to account for his long absence.

“the trail leads to the right,” he said, with a glance at the ground, as if to refresh his memory.

his first thrill of misgiving came when he saw the parson pause and look searchingly at the ground. had he possessed one-half the skill of vose in trailing, he would have discovered that the guide was misleading them, but he did not have that cleverness nor did any other member of the party. the glance of the parson was perfunctory and his brief pause was to regain his breath after the short but laborious climb of the steep slope. vose was watching him closely and quickly saw the meaning of his action, for, whatever brush may have observed on the ground in front of him, it was not the faint impressions left on the stones by the fugitives. neither the captain nor ruggles so much as looked at the earth, accepting the dictum of their guide without question.

it was not deemed best to mount the animals, because of the roughness of the ground and the belief that they were close upon the parties for whom they were searching. vose took care to turn so sharply to the right that they were speedily out of sight of the 296 spot where he had parted from the fugitives. everything was going promisingly when wade ruggles startled his companions by the exclamation:

“helloa! there’s that dog timon!”

a hundred yards to the left rose a pile of rocks, the highest of which reached an altitude of two hundred feet or more. upon the crest of one of the lower rocks, which had only a slight height, the immense dog stood in plain sight. it looked as if he had started to ascend the rocks, when he discovered the party and paused to learn their business.

the picture was a striking one. the enormous size of the brute gave the impression at first that he was a wolf or some wild animal that had challenged the advance of the four men. this error would have been made had not each been so familiar with the creature. as he stood, his formidable head raised, his forequarters being slightly higher than the remainder of his body, his position was diagonal. he was surveying his acquaintances, who surveyed him in turn with equal curiosity.

vose adams’s heart sank. what was the meaning of this? as he viewed it, the presence of the dog could have no other significance than that the lieutenant and nellie dawson were close at hand. timon was in their company and would not have strayed far, so that he had betrayed them. from some cause, which the guide 297 could not comprehend, lieutenant russell had made a change of plan and placed himself almost in the path along which vose was leading the pursuers, in the belief that the fugitives were at a safe distance.

the four men looked at the dog for several moments in silence, when the captain spoke:

“we must be very near them.”

“you’re dead right,” added ruggles in the same undertone; “we’ve got ’em cornered sooner than we expected.”

“they can’t go far,” said the parson, “without being stopped by the rocks, when we shall have them in the nicest trap that was ever set for any game.”

the reflection of vose adams was of a different nature.

“if they make fools of themselves and upset all my plans, what can i do to help ’em? why didn’t they stay where they promised to stay, and why didn’t they kill that blamed dog afore he played this trick on ’em?”

timon stood for two or three minutes so immovable that he suggested a stone image of himself, carved out of the rock on which he was perched. then he emitted a single husky bark and leaped lightly down from where he had been standing. it was no more than a dozen feet, and he alighted as gracefully as a panther. he trotted part way to the horsemen, who were closely watching his movements, stopped, barked again 298 and wheeling, trotted forward over precisely the course vose adams was taking when checked by the appearance of the canine.

the men looked at one another in astonishment. the action of the dog was unaccountable, but captain dawson’s explanation sounded reasonable.

“that shows we are on the right track and he has come to guide us to where they are awaiting him.”

there could be no doubt of it. the actions of the brute said as plainly as so many words: “come with me and i will take you straight to the people you want to see.”

instead of following timon at once, the party kept watch of him. he trotted a dozen steps and then paused and looked back. observing that he was not understood, he emitted several more barks, took a couple of steps and then repeated the performance. his object was so evident that captain dawson said:

“that’s as plain as the nose on your face; the animal is worth a dozen guides like you, vose.”

“then why don’t you foller him?” sulkily asked the latter.

“that’s what we shall do; come on.”

observing that the captain left his horse standing, the parson inquired the reason.

“they are of no use to us and will be only a bother; leave them here until we need them; i will follow the 299 dog and you can take what order you choose, but,” he added with unmistakable earnestness, “every one of you must keep in the background till i’m through.”

timon held his motionless position until the four men had taken several steps toward him and there could be no error as to their intention. vose adams observed that he was following, without a hair’s variation, the course he had in mind.

“it serves ’em right,” was his angry reflection; “when the leftenant spoke ’bout hunting up a new trail through the mountains, i oughter knowed he hain’t no sense and was sure to make a mess of things. now’s he gone and sneaked off where these folks will stub their toes agin him; i’m ’sprised that the queen didn’t hammer a little sense into his head.”

the guide was in a torture of apprehension. the impending outcome was likely to betray the deception he had used, but it was not for that he cared. there could be no mistaking the deadly mood of captain dawson and the equally intense hatred of ruggles and brush. a meeting with lieutenant russell made a frightful tragedy inevitable, and no one could be more vividly aware of the fact than the young officer himself, for vose had impressed it upon him, but the guide in his anguish of spirit, saw no possible escape from it. he stolidly followed, striving to brace himself for what must soon come.

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meanwhile, the strange leadership continued. timon seemed to be impatient, for occasionally he broke into a trot, abruptly pausing and looking back, as if to urge his followers to use more haste. since they did not do so, he checked himself, when about to pass beyond sight and waited for them to draw near. he led them around boulders and masses of rocks, over ridges, down declivities, across one small stream, through a ravine and again among the precipitous piles of stone, until even the hardy men were well nigh exhausted. they had traveled fully a mile over a route that was of the most trying nature.

it was about this time that an extraordinary suspicion began forming in the mind of vose adams. he hardly dared give credence to it, but it took greater hold upon him with every few rods of advance. nothing in the world would have induced him to make known his suspicion, but it continued to grow.

suddenly captain dawson stopped. as he looked around his face was agitated.

“boys,” said he, “there’s something infernally strange about this.”

vose adams saw that his own suspicion had entered the mind of their leader, but the countenance of the guide was as blank as that of a child.

“it’s the worst tramp i ever had,” remarked the parson, removing his hat and mopping his forehead.

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“if there’s any harder work,” added ruggles, “count me out.”

captain dawson looked angrily at vose.

“do you know the meaning of this?”

vose shook his head and prevaricated still further by adding:

“nor what you’re driving at either.”

“that dog has misled us; instead of conducting us to the couple he has taken us away from them.”

it was true and every one of the four knew it. the suspicion of the guide had become certainty. was it instinct or reason that controlled the animal? who shall draw the line in explaining many of the actions of the brute creation?

vose adams was silent a moment and then emitted a low whistle.

“hang me, if i don’t b’leve you’re right, captain. i’ve been told that that dog knowed more than a good many folks and there ain’t no doubt of it now.”

the disgusted parson exclaimed:

“why didn’t one of us think of that? the idea of all four being fooled by a dog!”

“it wouldn’t have been so bad if there had been two dogs,” said ruggles, who saw the grim humor of the thing, “but it is tough to have our eyes shet by only one.”

it was impossible for vose adams wholly to restrain 302 all evidence of his pleasure. when in the depths of despair, he was awakened to the fact that the canine had performed one of the most brilliant exploits conceivable. he could not help smiling. the captain was in an ugly mood and in a threatening voice asked:

“did you have anything to do with this?”

“certainly; me and timon fixed up the thing afore he left dead man’s gulch; it took us a good while; the dog didn’t think it would work, but i stuck to it and finally he promised to have a try at it; certainly we fixed it up atween us.”

the guide did a clever thing in thus turning the fantastic belief of the captain into ridicule. had he protested, he might have added to the suspicion against himself. it was further in his favor that it was known he had never had much to do with timon. as already related, the brute had few friends among the miners and vose adams never sought his acquaintance.

nevertheless, it was impossible to brush out of sight one significant fact,––the long absence of adams the day before. but for the last occurrence, nothing would have been thought of the former, but it was clear that captain dawson had begun to entertain doubts of the loyalty of his guide.

“he’ll never repeat his trick anyway,” exclaimed the officer, facing about and bringing his rifle to his shoulder. but his intention of shooting timon was frustrated, 303 for the brute was nowhere in sight. unreasonable as it might sound, it looked as if he suspected how things would turn out and took the occasion to place himself beyond danger from the indignant men.

“in the army we shoot spies and traitors,” remarked the captain, so angered by his repeated disappointments that he could not govern his feelings. in giving expression to the remark, the officer made a serious mistake, which he saw the moment the words left his lips. he was suspicious of vose adams, but he should have concealed all evidence of it, until the proof appeared. when that took place, he would shoot the man with no more hesitation that he would have shot the dog. but he had now put vose on his guard and the difficulty of detecting him was increased tenfold.

as if to obliterate the memory of his words, the captain said in the most matter of fact tone he could assume:

“the mistake we made has taken us from the right spot; they must have been near the rocks where timon showed himself.”

“no doubt,” said the parson, “and were watching us.”

“the one thing to do is to retrace our steps; perhaps the two may be fools enough,” bitterly added the captain, “to wait for us, since that seems to be the only way by which we shall ever come up with them.”

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a single short bark startled them. the captain wheeled like a flash with his gun at his shoulder. but timon was too cunning to show himself. it is not improbable that he meant the expression for a note of triumph over his inimitable exploit, while such a wonderful dog was too wise to run any risk of punishment from his indignant victims.

the hunter is sustained against fatigue by the excitement of the chase; and, despite the severe labor of following the canine guide, all four men stood it far better than the return to the spot where the pursuit began. angered, chagrined and in desperate mood, even the grim leader was forced occasionally to stop and rest. nearly two hours passed before they descried the familiar pile of rocks in their front.

“that’s the spot,” he said, “but what good can it do us? it’s a wonder if they have not run off with our horses; it would be a fitting climax to this folly.”

it was the secret wish of adams, from the moment of discovering the cleverness of timon, that this very thing should be done. if lieutenant russell took such a precaution, it could not fail to be effective. returning to the main trail after his pursuers were out of the way, he would have an open path through the mountains to sacramento. if the lameness of nellie’s pony continued, her saddle could be transferred to one of the other horses, and, leading or driving the remainder 305 of the animals, the four men would soon find their task a hopeless one.

but the young officer was restrained from such action by a certain chivalry that governed all his actions. he could not consent to take so unfair an advantage of an enemy, even though the fate of one dearer than his own life was at stake. and yet it must be confessed that the lieutenant drew it very fine. his course did not win the respect of his enemies, who were inclined to attribute it to stupidity, rather than courtesy.

but no time was to be lost in deciding their line of action.

“i think we’d better make a hunt among them rocks,” suggested wade ruggles.

the others studied them with as much interest as if it were the first time they had been seen. if the couple had taken refuge among the caverns and crevices of this immense pile of stone, they must have left their animals on the ground below where they could be readily discovered.

“we may as well have a look,” remarked the captain; “what do you think, vose?”

“i don’t think anything; don’t ask me any questions.”

he never looked more angry. he had not forgotten the slur of the captain and had spirit enough to resent it. dawson was too proud to apologize and he could 306 not do so, when his suspicion of the fellow’s loyalty was as strong as ever. on the contrary, having made his blunder, the officer drove the arrow home.

“i am sorry you didn’t take that resolution in the first place; it would have been better for all of us, though not so good for those we are looking for.”

the captain and ruggles now turned to the right, while the other two took the opposite direction. they were thus enabled, after more hard work, practically to pass around the mass of rocks, returning to their starting point, without having discovered any traces of man, woman or their animals. on the journey, adams and the parson exchanged few words, but it was different with the other couple.

“what do you think of his long absence yesterday?” asked the captain.

“it has a bad look,––worse than i thought when he come back.”

“why so?”

“i take it with the action of that dog. you didn’t fail to notice that timon took us along the exact route that vose was leadin’ us over and we found out that it was the wrong one.”

“and you believe he purposely misled us?”

“it’s almost sartin.”

“suppose it was certain, wade?”

“i’d shoot him quicker’n lightning.”

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“so would i.”

“but you see we can’t be sartin just yit; if vose is in that kind of bus’ness, he’ll give himself away purty soon.”

“i agree with you and we’ll watch him.”

thus was the momentous bargain made.

when the four came together once more, the parson remarked:

“it’s my belief that after we were well out of the way, the two went down the gorge to the main trail and are now making haste to sacramento.”

the exact line of action that had been agreed upon! vose adams was firmly convinced that this was the very thing that had taken place and the utmost he could do was to prevent the horsemen from acting on that theory until the fugitives were given opportunity to pass beyond reach.

except for the words of captain dawson, the guide would have striven to delay the pursuit, but he dared not attempt it after the warning. ignoring the captain, he said to felix brush:

“it’s more’n likely you’re right, parson; that would have been the most nat’ral thing for them to do and it’s no use of our standing here and talking, when every minute counts.”

“we can quickly learn the truth; it isn’t far to the gorge, where they must have left traces; leave the 308 horses here, for we can soon return for them if it proves necessary.”

forgetting their fatigue, the four walked back over their own trail. the forenoon was well advanced, and, by this time, the fugitives were probably a good way off. adams was relieved because of this action, for it promised more delay.

reaching the beginning of the gorge, all began an examination of the ground, for the imprints of the horses’ feet were plainly seen. to the amazement of every one, each hoof pointed upward, that is away from the cañon. there was no evidence that any quadruped had descended the slope. all had gone up. vose adams was in despair.

“they have let their only chance go by,” he bitterly reflected; “it’s too late now to save them!”