CHAPTER III. 
ted's peickly beak. 
SOON as Joe, the younger and 
more agile of Mr. Dutton's two 
Indian guides, struck into the for- 
est, he formed a definite plan of 
action in his mind. 
He had seen his young master 
start off in his expedition, and had 
noted the direction he had taken. 
Once out of sight of camp, the trail 
was lost in the deep green moss that covered the ground 
everywhere. Joe, however, was not at a loss for the route 
he should take. He reasoned that the boy would, in the 
main, keep the direction he had at first taken, and would 
follow the stream up toward the hills, good shooting being 
generally found near water ; moreover, the brook would 
be an infallible guide back to camp. 
Swiftly and stealthily as a cat the Indian glided through 
the dark shadows of the forest, in and out among the 
trunks of the evergreens. Now and then he would utter 
a grunt of satisfaction as his quick glance fell upon a 
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