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JOSE. 195 “There he is,” he cried, in a guarded tone. “Kvi- dently something is up. I can tell by his looks—he beckons. Come on!” The twain quickly sprang to their feet and hur- riedly advanced in the direction in which Bob had appeared a moment before. The hunter came toa stand-still on finding that his. signal had been ob- served. “Weare up with them!” he said, as the men came up, while the sullen rumble which Baumann had before heard and learned to construe into an in- fallible indication that the hunter was excited was again audible in his voice. “Come and do as Ido!” And without waiting for a reply he turned back. A strange picture was revealed to their eyes on passing round the next angle in the rocks. Far as they could see, arose high towering, naked and colossal bowlders, seeming to render all vestige of life impossible, and imposing themselves at every step. But witha look that appeared to recognize landmarks in every direction, Bob led his com- panions over a sort of path that anon wound through narrow clefts, and again up ragged defiles like a rude stair-way, conducting them each moment higher up the mountains. Scarcely fifteen minutes had passed in wearisome climbing and scaling—Bob like one thoroughly familiar with the character of the ground, ever in advance, and occasionally pointing out difficulties to be surmounted—when he halted and turned about. “This is doubtless the path which the redskins commonly travel,” he whispered. “At this point the path branches off and there is danger in follow- ing it any longer.” He pointed in a side direction; but it almost re- Gomicboo (ee) cS