José — page 106: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JOSE. 99 completely over the effects of his two days of privation. “ How far, think you, are we still from the fort?” asked Green, who with his friend was riding by the side of the wagon-boss. “At least a four-day journey, sir!” the addressed replied; “and if the soldier speaks the truth, that the tribes who inhabit this territory are gathered around the fort, we need have no fears of meeting them sooner. We shall soon be out of this hilly portion of the plains, however, and then be safe from surprise.” Several hours had elapsed. The wagon-boss had cantered back to the soldier, who was with the mule-drivers in the rear of the line, to put some necessary inquiries to him; Green had struck up a conversation with Dutch Bill, and Baumann had alone ridden forward in advance of the train, when suddenly he descried a figure mounting the crest of the next swell with the fleetness of an antelope, repeatedly waving its arms toward the caravan, without, however, for an instant checking the speed with which it was approaching the train. Baumann did not long pause to subject the figure to an analytical scrutiny, but dashed back to bring the wagons to a stand-still. But scarcely had Green and Bill turned their eyes in that direction, when the latter, almost instinctively seized the leader by the bit with a heavy grip. “That’s Jose, or I hope to die!” he cried; in a tone of mingled joy and pain. The train instantly halted. Eomicboo “S (E(@)