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JOSE. 219 an hour, however, he suddenly halted, pointing to the opposite shore, where a small stream of water welled forth from aragged, beetling cliff of sand- stone with crystal-like clearness. “My calculation proved true!” he cried; “that is a source of the Santa Fe trail, and if fortune favors us we shall soon strike the rut of the caravans!” Without waiting fora reply, he urged his horse through the shallow stream, and soon the little party were encamped in a comparatively pleasant location on the opposite shore of the river; the lasso attached to the neck of the bell-horse was fastened in the ground, the other horses similarly secured, whereupon the animals were permitted to sate their hunger on the sparse grass growing roundabout the rocks. “First of all, Bob, give me your hand,” Green began, after a fire had been lighted as best it could be with the fuel at hand. “You have saved me from the hands of the redskins, although I am still ata loss to account for the manner in which you accomplished it; 1 am poor now——” “Well, sir, you would perhaps be doing better to cast about for something to shield your head from the scorching sun, than talking a lot of nonsense that can lead to no kind of good any way,” inter- rupted the hunter, with a short laugh. “And if you insist upon expressing your gratitude, do so in time to your friend who refused to return to Missouri without you. Just at present we require nourish- ment more than anything; after which we will see what is to be done next.” mh! “Nourishment is a positive necessity on the plains,” muttered the freighter, busy with the preparation of coffee whlie Baumann. produced his Gomichbooks (E(0)