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134 Though they searched high and low and never so carefully they would find no trace  of him. Sitting there in the half-light of the cavern, the only sound the soft sucking of  the Indians’ pipes, the boy’s thoughts were  far from happy, and once his eyes grew moist  ere, with a shrug of impatience for his weakness, he forced back the tears.