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JOSE. 263 with thoughtless indifference to his own safety, narrowly watching his every movement and forcing him continually farther back among the Indians. At that moment distant and varied cries were heard.. The hunter did not hear them; the Indian, on the contrary, involuntarily turned his head. Only an instant had the unguarded movement en- dured, but it had been sufficient for the hunter’s knife; with a piercing scream the wounded chief fell from the back of his horse and with a responsive shout of victory Bob plunged his heels into his horse’s flanks. Even while in the first impulse of alarm the redskins fell back before the strokes of his knife and the wildly plunging horse, yet the enemy, separating him from the remainder of the whites, steadily increased in numbers. Suddenly he stimulated his animal to a mighty effort while a loud war-whoop pealed from his lips. Through the din there came a triumphant shout: “Give it to them, Uncle Bob. Weare here too!” In obedience to a sudden pressure of the hunter’s thighs, the horse gave a mighty bound, carrying him directly into the midst of the redskins; at the same time was heard the thundering crash of a volley from without, that was quickly followed by loud cries of attack. As if by supernatural inter- vention, the hunter suddenly found his track clear, the Indians dispersing in every direction until stream and hills were literally covered with fleeing foes. When the hunter recovered from his first surprise, he scanned the plain that had so suddenly been cleared. A familiar voice—Jose’s, or rather, Pe- pita’s, had sounded in his ears, provided it was not all a delusion; but in the desolate scene presented Gomicboo S (E(0)