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= -- © - — 7 « ,* . ete 7 a %. The Texan coughed, and pretended not to comprehend the Sram of Crockett, hastily replying : _. “Suppose, then, you and Hans go on toward the wale ‘while I go back after her.” ~ “T’m agreeable.” “The path follows the creek all the way, and Hans has traveled it often enough to know it, so you won’t be delayed on thut account. ~Goodsby and good-luck to you !” “ Bass,” called out Hans, as he sav, .1e young man start off. “ Well, what is it ?” was the quick, business-like response. | “You goes arter Katrina, ch ?” c: “ Yes; I do not propose to desert her.” * Ef she hain't found te cow, you can help her looks for him, and den you drives her into de village, and we has prote and milk for supper.” “ We'll see to that,” replied Carsfield, who had no wish to dispute with the Dutchman, “ but, of course, 1 will look after Katrina first.” “Yaw; te cow has got a bell on her neck, so dat it will be | easy fur to find her and den—” ‘ He paused as the young man had vanished in the wood, and turning back to Crockett asked : “Do we waits here till dey don't come, or do we don't go- on till arter dey don’t come ?” “ I think so,” replied Crockett, not exactly certain whether his answer was any more luminous than the question it- _“ Yaw; dat ish all right—I allers dink so.” , “ Sebastian advises us to keep on toward the village; we won't be able to travel very fast, as your horse has got about ten wagon-loas on his back, and if you’re going to ride on top, he'll have to set down and rest about every hundred yards. So they will overhaul us, afore we can reach the vil- lage. Are.you going to ride no hoss? If not you're wel- come to straddle mine.” “No; I rides my hoss—you see he expects me, and I dush not disapp’ints him.” se _ * “ All very well,” replied Crockett,“ but how the hokey- - pokey are you going to get on top ?” ie § 4. —- = CORE OOKSaEOmn