'
'No; there's no way of getting the steam man out of here. He is a gone
case, sure, and it looks as though we were ditto. Jerusalem! I wish
all the gold was back in Wolf Ravine, and we war a thousand miles from
this place.'
'Wishing'll do no good; there's only one chance I see, and that ain't
no chance at all.'
All, including the boy, eagerly looked up to hear the explanation.
'Some distance from hyar is some timbers, and in thar the reds have
left their animals. Ef we start on a run for the timbers, git thar
ahead of the Ingins, mount thar hosses and put, thar'll be some
chance. Yer can see what chance thar is fur that.'
It looked as hopeless as the charge of the Light Brigade.
Young Brainerd now spoke.
'It was I who got you into trouble, and it is I, that, with the
blessing of Heaven, am going to get you out of it.'
The three now looked eagerly at him.
'Is there no danger of the Indians firing upon us?' he asked of the
hunter.
'Not unless we try to run awav.'
'All right; it is time to begin.'
The boy's first proceeding was to kindle a fire in the boiler of the
steam man. When it was fairly blazing, he continued to heap in wood,
until a fervent heat was produced such as it had never experienced
before.
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