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JOSE. 247 minated by the first beams of the rising sun. Baumann was striding up and down, as if to exer- cise his stiffened joints, patting the necks of the herding horses that now were well saddled and bridled, while the old hunter was still seated at the smoldering fire apparently wrapped in solemn thought. The young German finally remained stand- ing at the latter’s side. “Have you the shadow of a hope that we shall yet find the trail?” he asked, somewhat embarrassed. The addressed slowly directed his look at Green and the freighter, then, arising, he started off to- ward the gulch with a look at Baumann. “IT must say to you,” he began, sitting down on a bowlder, “that long as I have been on the plains I never felt so strange as this morning; it is as though I ought no longer try to hunt up that young woman, and let the matter rest with her attempted rescue that failed. Sit down here,” he continued, “Perhaps I shall feel better after talking out. Something seems to tell me that I am not worthy to exert myself in be- half of those of my own kind. But of course you don’t understand me,” he interrupted himself, sup- porting his head in his hands while silently gazing passing his hand across his face. down before him. Baumann regarded these weather-bronzed feat- ures, in which the deeply impressed mark of energy was slowly dissolving into a look of singular soft- ness, with studious interest. ~~ “Speak out, Bob,” he said; “it will do you good, Days such as we have passed through quickly create sympathy among men, and I think you have learned to know and remember you promised me. me,” (E(0) m (S boo gS (ele)