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JOSE. 209 away through the grass. An instant after not a movement betrayed the direction he had taken. “Now, then, forbear making any inquiries about anything you see me do,” Bob resumed. “You can follow me carefully, but keep at the side where the shadows are dense, and do not stir even though you see me in imminent danger of my life—unless I call you. You tell me that your friend is confined in the lodge at which the three horses are tied. When you see me halt there come to me, but not before, and now mum is the word!” The upper part of the hunter’s stalwart figure projected above the top of the grass like a huge snake for the space of a second—then he com- menced rubbing his bandaged left hand against his right, and instantly a strangely sweet, potent aroma filled the atmosphere around him. Then beckoning to Baumann, he crept out into the moonlit space and in the direction of the lodges, while the latter, as he had been enjoined, moved stealthily onward in the shadow, keeping ever abreast of the hunter, and from an impulse of curiosity that almost superseded the consciousness of danger, watching his every motion. Far as the eye was enabled to see in the uncertain light, the animals tied at the lodges had lain down to sleep. Baumann was greatly surprised to see the first which Bob approached, rise and stretch out its head with nostrils widely distended. Closer the old hunter approached, passing his hand caressingly across the horse’s nose. The next instant a sudden violent convulsion appeared to seize the animal, then its head fell back upon the ground with a heavy thud. Bob crept on. Gomichoo cS (E(0)