José — page 272: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. 265 prairie man might envy. It comes too soon for none alone in the world,” he muttered, as to him- self. Slowly nodding his head, he then placed back the hand of the dead and turned his face toward the other body, whose face was concealed from view by those kneeling at its side. “°-Tis Green, but I think his injuries are not fatal,” said Baumann. “He has a skillful physician attending him, one who may possibly restore you, too, old man.” Bob was about to put a question, when a pale, youthful face was turned upward from the ground, smiling radiantly at the hunter and again turning to the task before it. Baumann felt his arm encircled by the old man’s hand. “Why, it is she—Pepita!” he ejaculated, in a husky tone as if fearful of interrupting the work, “but—how comes she here?—so sudden and unex- pectedly.” “To tell the truth, I don’t quite understand it myself yet,” Baumann replied, taking his com- panion aside. “She arrived with reinforcements from the post, and judging from certain utterances which she made it is, thanks to her, that we are not all lying side by side with our poor friend, Dutch Bill. Well, Isuppose this is the end of our jour- nies,” he continued, with a smile, looking into the hunter’s face, “that ought also to satisfy your boding superstition.” Bob made no reply; he could only gaze fixedly over to where Jose was rising from her kneeling posture, with a scrutinizing look still fastened at the apparently: lifeless features of the wounded man, then suddenly turning her look full upon the old hunter. Two strides took the latter to her side. Eomichbooks (E(@)