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JOSE. 169 other, without stirring. “I saw them bind the other gentleman. I can’t tell you whether the Apaches or the Comanches claimed him; still, that I can easily ascertain.” “How is it that lam alive and free, old man?” asked Baumann, excitedly. Bob slowly raised his head and a bright ray stole across his counteannce. “Because the Lord never deserts a German,” he said, with a touch of grim humor. “It wasn’t ex- actly a marvel, but still there was enough luck about it to remind one of the old saying.” It seemed to relieve him to change the current of his thoughts. “T guessed the moment you opened your mouth, while you were standing near the camp-fire, where your boyhood days were spent. It isn’t often that a German can disguise his nationality in the English language. I saw you again about the time the red devils prepared to attack the train, dogs of Apaches! he suddenly exclaimed, interrupting himself, raising his left hand, that was covered with a broad strip of buckskin, menacingly aloft, while his eyes flashed with fierce rage. “But the Prairie-Devil will come for you and avenge this dastardly act in a way that will not be forgotten even when Old Bob is long moldering in the grave.” He glanced up the river in moody silence, then passed his broad right hand across his face. “But I won’t embitter my present moments of peace,” he resumed, after a pause, “It was like this: The Comanches know Iron-Fist, as they term me. Ihave lived and hunted with them ever since I came away from the Missouri. I taught them to respect the strength of my arm, but I also enlight- ened their craniums when their Indian horse-sense Eomichooks (E(0)