José — page 194: what you’re looking at

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JOSE. 187 “And yet as helpless as the parched grass in the storm, if the evil spirit chooses to visit them with destruction,” Bob’s sonorous voice was heard. “Ere yet our feet shall tread their village, their outrage upon innocent men shall have been avenged, and they be humbled. Let not our fate cause you any alarm, man, but let your heart be true and open that it may not reproach you with having knowingly allowed the white chief to meet a certain death.” “The Apaches demanded a victim and I was powerless to prevent it!” frowningly observed the Indian. “As though thirty slain were not sufficient!” grumbled the old hunter; “but I do not care to reckon with you and will leave it to the future to teach you where the red man’s advantage lies. Where are the rest of the men that escaped the tomahawks of the Apaches?” “They are prisoners of the Comanches,” was the answer; “if the words of Iron-Fist and the young white chief have the promised result, Tehohpee himself will guide them by the most direct route to Fort Atkinson.” Bob cast a side glance full of silent, bitter con- tempt at the young German. “That is the real and palpable assurance,” said he, “but never mind! What, may I ask, does Black-Bird intend to do for us, so that we can faithfully commend his efforts?” “T would ask you to make your home in our wig- wams, but it is better not,” earnestly replied the Indian. “The red man has often been deceived. He has protected the pale-faces and must now suffer for it. He no longer believes without seeing; and suspicion is a sinister host. Tehohpee will do all (E(0) Eomichooks /