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192 JOSE. CHAPTER XIV. THE APACHES. For two hours the three men, refreshed by a short rest and a substantial lunch, followed the trail of the Apaches, now disappearing on the flinty soil, and again visible in the sand. “There,” Dutch Bill muttered, as the trail wound indistinctly across a wide plateau of rock, affording easy walking; “we are so far, but I’ll be whipped if I know what the old man means to do next. If the Apaches catch us our goose is cooked. As for myself, | don’t care. I can have the satisfaction of -gending half a dozen of the red vermin to the land of glory before me. Everything considered, that is a quite respectable ending for a prairie freighter who doesn’t half the time know what’s to become of him when he gets old and unserviceable; but the fact is, that isn’t really what we tramped all this distance for; and I don’t know that it would be any benefit to Mr. Green and Jose, or whatever the latter’s name may be when dressed in a petticoat.” “TY can hardly tell you,” Baumann answered; “however, I doubt whether he would jeopardize his scalp any readier than we ours, and hence he presumably knows full well what he is about.” “That’s plausible,” the freighter replied, pushing his hat over on the side. “If the redskins will only let us off this time I.am in favor of appointing Old Bob general wagon-master. But, patience; time will tell.” | The old hunter continued straight on his way, Gomichbooks (E(0)