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44. JOSE. ous as they paint themselves. I know this Mormon breed,” was the freighter’s nonchalant reply. Green looked at his friend and meta smile of approval and encouragement. “Have you no fear, my boy?” the former said, addressing the lad, who replied with a “no, sir,” shook his head and then dropped his eyes under the penetrating gaze of the young man. “Very well, then, men should have no cause for apprehension,” said Green, turning to an elegant writing-desk on the nearest table. “I shall see Mr. Wood myself in regard to some necessary measures of precaution; in the meantime you may take this to him.” He dashed_a few lines upon a piece of paper, which Dutch Bill carefully deposited under the sweat-band of his slouch hat, nodding his acknowl- edgment; and putting it back on his head the freighter said “good-by gentlemen,” and with his companion left the room. “Did you notice the remarkable face of that boy?” said Green, turning to his associate, when the door had closed behind the freighter. “Not with particular attention, but it impressed me as quite interesting,” replied Baumann, looking up. “No doubt we shall soon see many others like it.” “J must own that those large, melancholy eyes have made a strange impression on me,” said the former, shaking his head with a faint smile. “You may be right. It is perhaps the novelty of that type of faces; but I would have hardly believed myself susceptible to such impression had not I just ex- perienced it.” He gazed down at his feet a moment, and then — Gomichooks sco