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JOSE. 103 needs clothes they shall be supplied; but pause be- fore it be too late, and do not compell me to turn my back upon you as upon a tribe that has passed into the power of the Evil Spirit!” The Indian sat upon his horse as motionless as a statue, until the other had finished. “We know that Iron-Fist’s heart has pity on his red brethren,” he began; “but we have not come to beg but to take what belongs to us, and there is no harm in that. Tell the white men that they may go, that they may take their animals and what they need to live upon; wedo not demand their lives. But hasten if you would prevent an accident ere it is too late!” he added, with a sharp glance at the train. The hunter was in the act of turning about to see what had attracted the Indian’s attention, when . another horseman daslfed forth from the Indian line and addressed Tehohpee ina series of quick, impatient words. The new-comer was wrapped in a dirty blue blanket. His head was decorated with the plumes of some bird of prey and across his back was slung a rifle. Tehohpee replied to the other with calm dignity, which seemed to evoke a new outburst of violence on the part of the latter. Old Bob, for a moment regarded the faces of the speakers with a searching expression; then he said in an emphatic tone: “Ts it fair to ignore me in this conversation, or is the red man plotting an ambush, since he speaks in a strange tongue?” “Tt’s Spanish, Uncle Bob! The Apache under- stands no other language. I know the scoundrel!” suddenly exclaimed a clear voice that proceeded from the train, and before the hunter had time to (E(0) Eomichbooks