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JOSE. 91 light. For the rest, the commander of a wagon-train is supposed himself to know what's best to do.” “Is nothing being done by the fort to insure the safety of the trail, or is it useless to look for help from that quarter even in case of supreme neces- sity?” Green continued to ask. The old man shrugged his shoulders. “1 left there several days ago and don’t know how matters stand there at the present time; but I fancy the ninety Irish lads that make up the company are glad themselves to escape injury, and will hardly molest the thousand redskins who are gathered together along the Arkansas.” “Can you tell me if this trouble was brewing when the last Santa Fe stage passed this way?” asked Baumann, bending forward. The stranger turned his head at the sound of the voice, and seemed to study the speaker’s face with special interest. “No Indian will attack a mail coach,” he replied, having completed his survey; “the redskins are sharp enough to confine their attacks to private property.” “Well, Old Bob—since you insist that that is your name,” Green began, approaching; “can’t I induce you to remain with us a few days until the worst is over? I will gladly pay you what you consider right.” The stranger slowly shook his head. “Tam at peace with the whites as well as the Indians, and they must settle their disputes among themselves!” he said. “And then I couldn’t help you by staying here. Do-as I told you, and don’t lose an hour of a night.. Make your line as short as Gomichboo cS (E(0)