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somewhere along William's Sound — unless all my calcu- 
lations are wrong." 
" And no sign of the Red Mountain yet ! " 
It was Robert who spoke last. All eyes were turned 
on Peeschee, who felt that his reputation was at stake. 
" Red Mountain there ! " said the Indian, impressively, 
pointing to the southeast. 
"Well, for my part," grumbled Solomon, who had thus 
far taken no part in the discussion, " I'm inclined tew 
believe that the Fox, thar, dreamed the whole business ! 
Thar ain't no Red Maounting, and thar never was." He 
struck the but of his rifle on the ground, to emphasize 
his words. " And never was ! " he repeated, angrily. 
Peeschee drew himself up to his full height. He re- 
garded the hunter one moment in silence. Then said 
slowly : — 
"Red Mountain there. Peeschee no lie. He go bring 
back red rock. Come back in one moon," making a 
circular sweep with his hand. 
Before any one could stop him, or realize what he was 
doing, the Fox turned his back on the little group by the 
fire, and strode off toward the woods. 
" By George, that's rough ! " exclaimed Richard, spring- 
ing to his feet. 
Solomon grasped his rifle angrily, and glared after the 
retreating Indian. 
" I swan, he's up tew some rascally trick ! " shouted the 
sinewy backwoodsman. "Come back here, you sneak- 
