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JOSE. 217 “Here we are—hurray!” cried the freighter, trot- ting across; “and back of us the redskins are howl- ing like wolves in a trap. That was a monstrous turn we served them, though to confess I don’t yet understand it quite.” Green, considerably surprised, looked up at the sound of the familiar voice and shook Bill’s proffered hand with an expression of cordiality, as only an equal sharing of danger can inspire. “One thing, old man,I might as well tell you at the start,” said the freighter, addressing the guide; “I silenced that young buck according to orders; but I hadn’t the courage to run a knife be- tween the ribs of the infant as he lay with his face in the moonlight.” Bob merely nodded and urged his horse to in- creased speed. “A half-hour yet till daybreak,” said he; “and we have no time to waste before we get back to some half-way safe locality !” Silently the small party rode away across the dark prairie. Gomicboo Ss (E(0)