José — page 111: what you’re looking at

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104 JOSE. turn his head, the graceful form of Jose, holding his light rifle in one hand, was by his side. This unexpected movement acted like an electric shock upon two members of the caravan. Green and Dutch Bill made an almost simultaneous motion to leave their lines, but as abruptly changed their minds, seeing the utter futility of such a course. “He insists on an immediate attack and the scalps of the crew for his warriors. Cowardly when alone, blood-thirsty plunderers when in the majority— that’s an Apache!” continued Jose, in a voice that sounded strangely distinct; and with that the little fellow administered a tongue-lashing to the second Indian in Spanish, the purport of which Old Bob could not understand, but which was plainly evident from his flashing eyes, his trembling lips and his erect bearing. It could be seen that with each word the commotion among the( Indians halting in the rear was increasing. The Apache seemed at first dumfounded at the sight of the little fellow; then his face contracted into a broad grin, minions seemed almost fiendish under the high pigments to any one not accustomed to such a sight, and then began to ride around him in a circle as if to contemplate him from every side. Jose took a step forward, coolly following the looks of his adversary with his eyes. But scarcely had the horse, in describing the circle, turned his head toward the Indians, when the animal suddenly bolted forward; the Apache stooped down quick as a flash, seized the boy with a powerful grasp and threw him across his. horse’s back before him. Away shot the animal, greeted with a deafening yell of triumph from the Indians. At the same time two rifle reports were heard in the train—the horse Eomichooks co m