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JOSE. 61 “How so?” retorted Green, with a touch of anger at the tone of the question. “Doubtless he ran away from somewhere and is now at a loss where to go— that’s the long and short of the matter. The prairie air and this uncommon experience have played me a sorry trick to-day, but it sha’n’t occur again. I only wish we were over the effects of this night’s developments. Let’s go to sleep, Baumann!” The German was silent, and soon both were com- fortably stretched out in their traveling carriage, where Green continued for some time to toss from side to side, while Baumann was quickly lost in a world of gay dreams which transported him into the thick of battle and again to Vicksburg, still pursuing his mysterious inamorata in a hopeless love-chase. Then,esuddenly, the whole web and woof of his dream was disturbed by a piercing yell of pain. He started up, barely conscious of his whereabouts. It was daylight, and again that scream sounded on the morning air. He scrambled to his feet, fearing a fresh calamity, when Green, who had disappeared from his side, stepped to the entrance and motioned him to be calm. “Tt’s only the redskin who is getting his deserts,” he said, his brow wrinkled. “He stood twelve lashes without wincing, but the other eight seem to hurt him. I do not like to interfere with the wagon- boss or I would have spared him the rest; but I can’t stand by and see it.” The rascal was being released as the men stepped into the open air; and he staggered toward the prairie, as if too weak to stand on his legs, and then fell into the high grass a short distance from the camp. Green turned away his face and approached the wagon-boss. Gomicbooks