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238 JOSE, appeared to have followed the direction of Mary’s eyes; “to whom we are indebted for the first inti- mation of danger. He was a prisoner among the Apaches and only yesterday made his escape; his report has been only too truthfully substantiated by others this morning.” “And it is true, then, that the danger is so immi- nent?” Mary asked, obeying the necessity of at least uttering a few words. “Tf all passes off quietly to-morrow,” answered the lad, regarding her with his former open steady look, “the guards may keep a sharp lookout the suc- ceeding night. Matopah was in council last night with his sub-chiefs and those yet absent were looked for to-day.” “They will find us prepared while you shall be well rewarded, my boy!” McGregor said, resuming his round of inspection. Mary could not refrain from looking back, and, with a feeling for which she herself could not ac- count, discovered the youth still following her with his eyes. Soon, however, the contemplation of her own situation eradicated every foreign thought. In the door of the main building the old house- keeper was standing, rubbing her hands in gleeful satisfaction, and announcing to the approaching couple that the dinner-table was waiting; as for the Indians, turning to Mary, she begged her to have no alarm; she herself had witnessed many a sorry time with the redskins, but she had learned that none had derived less benefit from it than those who gave rise to it. Brown was already at the table when the trio entered the dining-room, and excused himself on the grounds that he yet had many arrangements to Eomichoo Ss) (E(@)