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JOSE. 203 rock. Baumann vaguely marveled what the hunter contemplated doing next, until the end of the ledge was reached. Over jagged bowlders they threaded their way downward, the moon still enabling them to seek firm footing on the projecting rocks in their descent, but suddenly Bob disappeared in the gloomy shadows of acliff. Baumann hesitated ere advancing. | “Hxtend your foot!” he heard the hunter say from below. “That’s right—now come down gently on the other.” All round Baumann an intense gloom prevailed, and only a small portion of the moonlit sky was yet visible far above his head. Guided by Bob, he soon, however, was able to distinguish his near surround- ings. He found himself ina deep gorge that had seemingly been wrought by some strange freak of nature and that appeared to issue into the very heart of the Indian village. He was surprised, however, to see Bob turn off in the opposite direc- tion. } “Luck favored us,” finally began the guide. “We might have searched a year without finding this alley, and I know, moreover, that the Apaches don’t dream of its existence. All we shall want now is the requisite courage and confidence to teach the blood-thirsty wolves a good lesson.” Baumann felt impelled to inquire further into the details of his plan of attack, which he had hitherto | refrained from making, but a short turn in the direction they had thus far pursued, cut off his speech. An opening in the rock, whose interior walls reflected the dim glow of a light, suddenly presented itself to Baumann’s view, and after a brief walk, he gazed straight into a bright fire at Gomichboo Ss) (E(e) m