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JOSE. 199 that had beset their journey during the past few days, and the terseness and force of his suggestions. Thoughts of Green, furthermore, entered his mind— his friend who would perishif he did not now re- ceive aid, and simultaneously with these thoughts he mentally renewed his pledge to leave nothing undone that could contribute aught to the relief of the prisoner, quickly banishing doubt and hesita- tion. | The struggle within him had scarcely lasted two minutes; the sound of Bob’s voice was stlil ringing in his ears, when Baumann threw his blanket on the ground and began his work of reconnoitering. As yet the village lay quiet beneath him. He glanced along the row of lodges and counted fifty- three of various sizes. What astonished him was the fact that he had not seen a single warrior. The only male visible was a stripling mule-herder who was lazily reclining against a venerable cotton-wood tree on the opposite shore of the brook, holding a cord, one end of which was attached to the bell- horse. The many conflicting theories in the mind of the watcher were destined to a speedy end, how- ever. The mountain top on which Baumann was sta- tioned was still glowing in the rays of the setting sun. Inthe valley below the shadows of evening were gradually deepening. The last lingering gleam _ of daylight had scarcely faded in the Indian village, when the sound of extraordinary hum and bustle was wafted upward to the ears of the silent watcher. Children were seen collecting fagots at various places, women hastening hither and thither in busy pursuits, while the stalwart forms of Apache war- riors could be discerned issuing from their tepees. Gomicboo Ss (e(0)