"There's someone standing over there." Captain Boling pointed to the mouth of the valley.
"Ay; Injun woman," said a sharp-eyed miner.
As the men quickened their pace the woman ran to meet them. It was an old Indian squaw, who was wringing her hands in an agony of terror. Dr. Bunnell reined up and questioned her, and she at once admitted that
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