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220 JOSE. handkerchief with a view to knotting it into a cap for his bareheaded friend, which he ultimately ac- complished, the improvised head-gear proving a satisfactory fit. The meal was dispatched in silence. Bob sat | frowningly gazing into the crackling embers, ap- parently wrapped in deep thought. “We must decide now in what direction to turn next,” he at last said, looking up. “The two young gentlemen doubtless have nothing more to search for on the plains, and hence the next thing in order will be to return to Fort Atkinson, as soon as we can find the wagon trail”—he paused as if a different thought had suddenly occurred to him. “You asked for the boy, Bob, who fell into the hands of the Apaches with me,” Green observed. “Of course Ido not know if you are sufficiently interested in him, but if there is a shadow of hope to come to his assistance [I would not hesitate to face dangers nor care how much time I lost to save him; cannot say what Baumann and Dutch Bill think of it.” “T think my way lies in the direction of Santa Fe, anyhow,” cried the freighter, pushing his hat across to one side; “and for that boy I’d crawl again on my stomach, like last night, no matter though he wears a petticoat under his breeches. Doubtless you were taken in the same way as I, sir, not knowing that it is a female and a niece or some- thing of that kind to the old man here—but I won’t - let that change my affections; at all events I’d like very much to get just one more glimpse of the creature. Even if she is a woman, she is too good for the red vermin.” Green’s cheeks flushed crimson, while Bob, utter- GoOmichbooks (E(@) m