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JOSE. 173 same time a dark figure arose from the ground but a Short distance from him, and springing back, the loud snapping of a gun became audible. “Come at me, all-fired Mormons or whatever you may be——!” “That’s Bill—Dutch Bill, as I live!” cried Bau- mann, with a loud laugh, hastening to Bob’s side. The deadly rifles were lowered, and slowly, as if still suspicious of the sudden arrivals, the irrepressible freighter advanced. “Don't you know me, Bill?’ asked Baumann, ex- tending his hand, which Bill shook heartily. Then he looked at Bob. He seemed to be looking for some one he did not see. “Oh, it’s you. is it? Why, of course I know you; my head was so full of those red-skinned thieves, a moment ago, I couldn’t think of anything else—but where is Mr. Green?” Again he gazed searchingly about. “Green, I am sorry to say, Bill, is not with us,” replied Baumann, giving his hand a warm pressure ; “but I think we shall find him, and if it be within human power to rescue him, we have the right man here. You haven’t forgotten him, have you? Itis Dutch Bill, the chief driver of the caravan,” he said, addressing the hunter; “and the best fellow that ever crossed the plains.” “You were imprudent in selecting this for a place of concealment, man!” said Bob, warmly shaking the other’s hand;” you must be aware that after an occurrence like that of this morning, nobody will pass an ambush of this character without securing his retreat. Still I am heartily glad that you es- caped the attack with a whole skin.” “I hardly know whether I ought to be glad or Gomicbooks.