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JOSE. v5 “Go—it will be best!” Brown said. “Our affairs are settled, and so good-by.” They shook hands, and McGregor led his wife back to the waiting horses. The sun had risen brightly, and they were more than half way back to the fort. McGregor had several times endeavored to enter into conversation with his fair companion, but he had only received a cold, “Spare me until we get home,” in reply. He was beginning to entertain serious apprehensions concerning the girl’s condition, when a rider came dashing toward them in advance of their body- guard following at a short distance. “They are here, sir: look yonder!” he cried before he had yet reached McGregor’s side. The addressed started up, gazed across the stream in the direction indicated by the other’s finger, and suddenly seized the bridle of his companion’s horse. The ridges on the opposite side of the stream were alive with Indians, galloping about in wild con- fusion. It was apparent that the whites had only been discovered that moment, for single, wild, and plainly audible shouts were now wafted across from the other shore. McGregor appeared to have taken in the situation at a glance. “Straight ahead as fast as the horses can go, but stick together,” he cried back. “The river separates us and will check them until we can get near enough the fort to count on assistance.” And seizing hold of his companion’s bridle he dashed on ahead. A chorus of exulting howls followed them from the opposite shore, GEomichboo Ss (E(0)