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56 JOSE. “Well, he lay without motion for some time, with his face buried in the grass. Never before did § experience such feelings as during those moments. When at last he rose to his feet and was about to turn his face, I stole away like a criminal. Call me foolish if you will, but this is certain, a deep mys- tery surrounds that boy——” “Hush!” Baumann exclaimed at this juncture, accompanying the words with a sudden gesture and picking up his rifle. The stalwart form of a man of giant proportions rose out of the grass directly in front of them. “You are not vigilant, gentlemen,” said a calm voice. “Unless you post additional guards you will not have a single riding horse by daybreak.” “What do you mean?” demanded Green, sizing up the giant Indian before him. “T mean that robbers have broken into your camp and are doubtless at their mischief by this time.” “Keep this man at the muzzle of your gun, Bau- mann,” said Green, starting up and hurrying back to his post. The Indian stood erect like a pillar of marble, facing the gun that was raised to the level of his heart. Suddenly a loud commotion was heard some distance in the rear. Cries and curses, fol- lowed by the report of a rifle; and then a fearful death-yell burst upon the night air. A cold shudder crept over Baumann’s frame. The presentiment of some fatal catastrophe was racking his nerves, yet with it all a strange fascination of momentary ex- citement. Motionless the Indian stood, as though he were the guard instead of the guarded. “Mormons! Only a pack of bungling scalawags!” Bill was suddenly heard to exclaim near by, amid the confused sounds gradually dying away in the Eomichboo “S (E(@)