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JOSE. 911 lodge, compelling Baumann to exert his utmost to keep pace with him. Throwing himself down flat on the ground, he waited for his companion, who approached him with a multitude of conflicting emotions, for despite his admiration of the old man, he could not suppress a feeling of abhorrence at the stealthy butchery of so many of the noble an- imals, he had always classed among his favorites. “Now your work commences, as well as the real danger,” muttered Bob, without betraying a greater degree of excitement than before. “Weco ld dis- patch the two guards of your friend while they are sleeping, but Ido not wish to spill human blood, even though it be that of the red coyotes, except in case of necessity. Whatsoever is to be done, how- ever, must be done at once and without delay—a single sound that could rouse the village would bring the tomahawk down upon our skulls. Keep close at my side. Your hand on your knife, as soon as I have cleared the entrance. <A redskin sleeps with one eye open and I have my doubts whether I shall succeed in disposing of both without raising an alarm; be prepared and bear in mind that the least noise may be the signal of your friend’s death and ours.” He crept past the three surviving horses toward the entrance of the lodge, while with a sensation as if he could plainly feel the trembling of his nerves, the young German loosened his knife in the scab- bard and followed the hunter. The thought that what he incurred was, for Green’s sake quickly banished all hesitancy. | Bob carefully raised the skins that covered the lodge and thrust his head into the aperture, his hand tightly clasping Baumann’s arm and drawing Eomicboo Ss) (e(e) m