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JOSE. 183 “A child fears the rain because it drenches him,” retorted Bob, in a loud tone; “but when he has be- come a man he knows that it feeds the brooks and causes the grass to grow fresh and green, and he will bless it. Will the Comanches be children be- cause the good they have done will cause them one hour of sorrow? Upon what occasion has Iron-Fist deceived his red brethren, and would he intrude here if he were false? The Apaches are guilty of a bloody crime against inoffensive men, and where the arm of the Great Father in Washington does not reach, there the Prairie-Devil finds means to wreak a terrible vengeance. The Apache dare not show his face when the presents from the great white Father are distributed; but why is the Co- manche so far from Fort Atkinson, instead of look- ing for the arrival of the messenger who will bring him the things he covets? The Comanches have protected the pale-faces against the Apache wolves and will be rewarded. Is not that enough?” Black-Bird for an instant gazed dubiously into the old hunter’s face. “There is no one to testify for the Comanches,” he at last said; “and we shall suffer for the wrong the Apaches have committed.” “And why, Tehohpee, do you not demand to know the object of my visit?” rejoined Bob, gazing fixedly into the Indian’s eyes. “My brother may speak,” was the calm reply. “Listen to my words,” continued the hunter; “thirty slain men were lying on the bloody field; the two chiefs of the caravan were not among them. One, manacled and helpless, was led away—where is he? Without the protection of the Comanches he would now be lying dead upon the plain like the Eomicboo cS (E(@)