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924 JOSE. denly turned at me by a common impulse, which made me feel ill at ease; while she gazed coldly, as if she did not know me, toward the scene where the Indians were pillaging the train. “‘Unbind him; he cannot escape us;’ commanded the chief, with a look at me, while he sat down, with a weary expression on his face. The things that bound my hands were untied with amazing address; completely exhausted, I threw myself down upon the grass, alternately listening to the exulting shouts of the Indians and pondering on my ruinous losses, and again watching the boy, whose secret I, alone, knew, standing in the midst of the redskins, with his pale face and large, dark eyes— cold and collected, never appearing so beautiful as then. “A few minutes after the Apaches arrived with our mules, laden with the supplies taken from the caravan. Jose inspected the drove attentively, and taking hold of an Indian’s arm, pointed out a small mule; I could not understand what he said, but I recognized the animal as the one which he had been riding alongside of Bill’steam. After a short con- sultation of the Indians, it was unladen and while the load was distributed, a woolen blanket was placed on its back to do service as a saddle. I was curtly told to mounta horse that had belonged to the train, and while two Apaches rode on each side of me, away we went, as fast as the transportation of the stolen property would permit. At the head of the party rode Jose, side by side with the chief. I must confess to you,” continued Green, with a deep breath, “I could not help feeling hurt at the manner in which she, whose name I do not yet know, ignored me, when I had once resigned myself GEomicbooks.co m