José — page 179: what you’re looking at

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172 | JOSE. —I’ll find her, and then I’ll settle my account with the red wolves!” Baumann, now fatigued, fell asleep. Day was fading fast into the soft mellow light of the moon, when he awoke. He had enjoyed a long slumber. His head no longer pained, and he felt a refreshing influence invigorating his entire system. Bob was beside him, examining a light rifle which he readily recognized as his own. “Tt’s a beauty, with the exception of the weight of the butt,” said Bob, extending the gun to him. “Here is something to cover your head, which, if it possesses no other advantage, at least is not pain- ful.” It was a hat evidently at one time the property of a freighter, but Baumann was quite above scruples, and gladly pressed the soft felt over the bandage that covered his wound. “Every last man of the reds has disappeared,” the hunter continued. “According to my knowledge of their ways, we need look for them nowhere save at their last grazing place. Now, then,” said the old hunter, as he gathered up Baumann’s blanket and his own, “we will travel on.” | As they slowly moved in the direction of a hill, the younger man suddenly observed a suspicieus swaying of the grass. He crept onward close behind his companion with bated breath, Bob making-in a direct line for the singular object concealed. The hunter had barely passed the first tree when a layer of dry sticks, under the cover of the grass, crackled noisily under the weight of his body, while simul- taneously a violent commotion of the grass ensued. The hunter leaped to his feet likea flash, At the Eomichooks (E(0) m