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JOSE. 197 the lodges, and a group of children were playfully rolling about in the grass with large dogs. Beyond the lodges, a drove of horses were grazing, while on the opposite side of the brook a large number of mules were crowding around their leader wearing a bell about his neck. Not a warrior was to be seen. | | It was some time before Baumann had viewed every feature of the strange scene. When finally he cautiously raised his head, he observed the freighter still crouching upon his knees, a wrathful look upon his face, and both fists clinched. “Knaves! hounds!” he exclaimed, in low, excited tones. “Every one our animals, those, and the bell- stallion with the rest of *em. And to think thata man can’t have the satisfaction of loosening a bowlder of a couple of hundred pounds to roll down upon this den of thieves and crush them into the ground !” Bob sat down on a bowlder at one side, gazing thoughtfully at his feet. “T hope that we shall not be called upon to resort to that expedient,” he said, slowly raising his eyes. “But here is one obstacle I did not bargain for—the dogs; but I hope that, too, can be surmounted.” “And you really believe there is a possibility of ascertaining if Green, still alive, be among the savages, and do you really entertain hopes of effect- ing his rescue?” Baumann asked, in a tone that courted an encouraging answer. “Stout hearts and a sprinkling of good luck have been the means of many a successful undertaking. For the present, we shall have to place our reliance on them at any rate,” replied the old hunter, slowly arising. “It will not be long, I guess, until we shall GEomichboo S (E(o)