José — page 214: what you’re looking at

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JOSE, 207 “Tf, then, you hear a shrill whistle,” continued the hunter, scarcely heeding the reply, “jump upon > the back of the leader of the drove and dash along the shore of the creek without caring what may happen, and bear in mind that one moment’s delay or hesitation may be the death of all of us. You remain with me,” he added, while Baumann felt his hand pressed tighter; “with nothing to do but to keep your rifle and pistols in readiness for use at a moment’s warning—and now away !” The young man felt himself led away, with the - sound of the freighter’s steps audible in his rear. Soon they gained the gorge and turned in the direc- tion of the Apache Valley. Scarcely ten minutes. elapsed when a mass of sag and small pieces of rock barred their way. Bob, by the aid of his hands and feet, began making his ascent without a mo- ment’s delay. “Follow me,” he said; “the injury can’t be more than a mere abrasion of the skin!” After a brief effort they had climbed the mass of debris and saw before them a dense poplar bush, bathed in a flood of silvery moonlight. “Carefully—silently !” called back the guide, ina lowered voice, while he forced his body through the elastic branches with the utmost precaution. When the heads of his followers were free of the leaves, they saw the valley, half of it yet illumined by the mellow light of the declining moon, spread out before their eyes and separated from them by only a low ridge, thickly covered with bushes. Noise- lessly Bob glided down, as carefully followed by the others, and soon the trio was lying movelessly side by side in the valley, almost completely covered by cS (Eo) m Eomicboo