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HANGING OVER THE GULF. 51 and toes. He counted on crossing while = — were in conversation, but he was watched. “ Munuel !” said a deep voice. « Si, sefior,” replied a voice whieh they knew, though they could not sce the — as that of the Mexican, ‘De Cas- tro. “ Where are your arrows ?” Genanides the — voice. “ Here, sefior.” _ “Shoot that fellow on the rocks; he will not ~~ warn- ing. His obstinacy will Jose him his life.” = . &£ bowstring twanged, and an arrow struck the feck within an inch of the head of Willis. He at once commenced a hasty retrograde movement, and had nearly reached the brink of the precipice in ‘safety, when an arrow struck -him in the arm. The wound, in itself, was of a trivial natere; but the hand of Willis relaxed its hold for a inoment, his feet slid from the fragment on which they rested, and he dropped. But, in falling, his active right hand grasped a projecting knob of quartz near the spot where his feet had stood. For- getting the wound, he threw up his left hand and | another point of rock, and began to feel for another resting- place for bis feet. ‘But at point the quartz was unusually smooth, and he hung” beeween ove Soon earth, just out of reach of hisfriends. = = _ _“ Stop firing,” coh ahee tates ¥oi0e they had befofe tear “If he cam escape now, by heaven he shall” en a peril, Willis had time to whiaper to Pe- - Tae Lt tie. : - 14) ee Bye a voices-are down in petal Kei’ yer help me, y “ Hold on agminnit;” ‘replied Burt. «PW save yer” : He turned and rushed. back to the ringers’ camp. All cited face, antbenatchitig @ lariat focet the saddle-bow of the mule, darted away again. Several of the Tatigers aud suw the cause of his haste. As he ran, he — at the end a, a a seuuy by he reached the brink. weyers = eer longer, old boy,” he said.” “Tu will! " comnicookescom