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190 JOSE. : turbed the silence. With head erect, Black-Bird turned in the direction of the brook, whose course he pursued in speechless silence, at a rapid gait, never leaving his place at the head of the little — band. Bob made close observation of the character of the ground, as if determined to impress it in- delibly upon his memory, while Dutch Bill was intently inspecting the horses, and finally concluded his research with a shake of the head. | “Not one of. our animals is among them,” he said, in a low tone to Baumann, walking at his side; “it’s no wonder the red children feel mortified; in fact I can’t help but pardon them for turning three foot- sore tramps outdoors, as they have done.” Baumann nodded without volunteering a reply, his eyes fixed on the Indian who was pursuing his way without ever changing his attitude. At last they gained an eminence behind which the brook was lost to view. | “My brethren may listen and treasure my words,” he said, pausing abruptly. “The Apache seldom presents his face to the prairie while the sun shines and follows the drained beds of brooks and rivers where the sand closes over the hoof-prints of his pony or where the brittle flint leaves not the mark of his trail, and no white man would ever detect his wigwam, were it not that Tehohpee, at the assem- blage of all the tribes about the fort, by chance learned where he keeps concealed his women and his children. By following the direction of the brook my brethren will arrive at the confluence of two small streams. There let them turn their faces toward the setting sun and follow the ceurse of one stream until its waters are lost in the sand. There, if they have the courage and the strength to Eomichooks (E(0)