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JOSE. 221 ing a solemn cry, brought his fist down forcibly upon his knee. “T would murder them all if they had harmed her,” he cried, ominously. “The question now is, where is she? I know the plains, even though the southern portion only from hearsay; but the Apache wolves are scattered as far as Texas and Mexico and over on the other side as far as the California sea; where are we to look with nothing to guide us?” He closed, with his gaze fixed upon Green’s face. The latter straightened up, evidently in great per- turbation. “T will tell you what I learned about the chief with whom Jose was forced to go, and you may then judge if there is aught contained in it to serve as a direction: The chief is a half-breed, whom the Indians call Metopah—the Strone Bear—as Jose translated it; he has only dwelt among the Apaches of these parts about a year; his native place is in the vicinity of the Canadian River, where stands a village of the Apaches.” Bob gave a measured shake of the head as Green paused apparently to refresh his memory. “The Canadian.River,” muttered the hunter, “runs all the way from the Rocky Mountains, through New Mexico and the Indian Territory, to the border of the States——” “A fort was mentioned, whose owner had not complied with the provisions of an agreement be- tween him and the chief, and against whom the Indian vowed vengeance and ruin,” the young American continued thoughtfully; “in the vicinity of this fort the Apache settlement exists——” “T said the kennel couldn’t be far from the Santa Gomicbooks (Elo)