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JOSE. 261 destructive circle described by his rifle, giving and warding off blows with quick dexterity. Hardly had Bob shaken off his aggressors when he sent his rifle whirling into the midst of those yet impeding his way, dashing after it, his long blade in hand. His roar was again heard and away from his side broke the Indians in wild dismay. They had cut their way through; but scarcely did the whites find themselves free, when Bob again wheeled his steaming horse about. “Load your guns and get ready! Let’s into ’em again before they get time to think!” he cried, ina voice that could not but sound distinctly upon each deafened ear. “Be lively about it; yonder comes the other party. We’ll have to scatter ’em to save ourselves. Ready—fire!” This second troop, advancing at a gallop, had been prevented from rapidly approaching by the sudden confusion of the first; the last volley seemed to have yet increased the panic, but when Bob and his hardy little band burst into the very thickest of the redskins, dealing death and ruin everywhere; when the Indians retreated wherever his voice was heard, in superstitious awe and without even using their weapons, and part of them were beginning to seek safety in flight across the river, a wild cry suddenly rose in response to the old man’s voice, seeming to inspire the retreating redskins witha reviving change. Ata single glance Bob seemed to recognize what was taking place. “Into them without fear,” he roared; “yonder comes the man I am in quest of; he shall not escape me again.” The Indian uttered a wild cry as he singled out the hunter from among his companions, and draw- Gomicboo cS (E(0)