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904. JOSE. which Dutch Bill was busily occupied in preparing a repast. “Just in time,” the-freighter cried out to them. “T was just thinking that many thousand years would elapse before a trio of Germans should ever make their cainp again in this canon.” Bob sat silently down. Baumann was too anxious to enter into the spirit of Bill’s urbanity. In speech- less silence the frugal meal was dispatched until Bob finally pushed aside his tin cup and passed his hand across his face. “Tt is getting late,” he said, “you should be asleep, for we shall want fresh vigor to go to work. I have sundry matters yet to arrange, and will wake you when it is time.” “T guess you are right,” the freighter said, nod- ding and rising. “I fear our bed will not allow us to sleep longer than is actually necessary !” Baumann followed his example and soon both were leaning against the wall, wrapped in their blankets and endeavoring to obtain a possibly com- fortable position. After a brief pause of meditation, Bob arose, and replenishing the fire, strode slowly away between the granite walls. “Tf that old man isn’t the Prairie-Devil himself he is his traitor at all events,” said the freighter, drowsily. “He discovered water in barren holes in the rocks, and dry roots and chips of wood among stones—United States wagon-boss is what they ought to appoint him, that’s whatI say. However, I forgot, we are to go to sleep——” The crackling fire was the only audible sound. Eomichooks (E(@) m