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JOSE. 213 choking gasps of the surprised redskin. “I’ll keep my man down until it is done, after which come here.” The choking sounds had died out. One step car- ried Baumann to his friend’s side. “Green! Green!” he cried, forcibly restraining himself from speaking above a whisper, while he drew his knife and quickly severed the thongs that bound his feet. “Succor and freedom!—it is I, Baumann!” he added, as the sleeping man straight- ened up in surprise. “Baumann and Old Bob. Stand still here until it is over.” He had assisted his friend to arise and cut the thongs about his wrists. Suddenly experiencing a giant’s strength pervading his body, the young German then turned toward the old hunter. “Here, give a pull on this strap so that I can get my hand free,” the hunter said, in a muffled tone, placing the end of a lasso in the young man’s hand. “There!” he muttered, after a pause, when Bau- mann had followed his direction. “The wild beast defended himself so that I had to cut his wind off until I got him under my knee. The devil trusta redskin if you don’t tie him band and foot. Let us be off now. After me—silently !” Baumann took Green’s hand and a silent, nervous pressure indicated that the rescued man was keenly alive to the moment of their situation. Following the old hunter, noiselessly they reached the open air and pushed after him to where the last surviving remnant of the horses stood hustled together. “Two of these animals were taken from the train,” whispered Bob when his followers were at his side. “Odd beasts; it takes a long time to in- duce them to lie down with an Indian horse. These Gomicboo cS (El) m