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64 JOSE. attempt to smile, bending down and giving him his hand, while his eyes involuntarily followed the young American who had remained a short distance behind when the freighter abandoned himself to his outburst of emotion, and now rejoined his com- panion. “Did you find out where he came from?” was Baumann’s greeting. “Make fun of me if you like,” Green replied, with a faint laugh, while his cheeks assumed a slight flush; “I can’t help being interested in him when- ever he raises his wonderful eyes to mine, and when I take into consideration his strange history, of which I have just had an intimation, I must own he is a singular creature, to say the least.” He pressed his horse and galloped away as if to escape his friend’s remarks, while Bill began anew to display his skill with the whip; pushed his hat from one ear to the other, occasionally darting a half comical, half threatening look at the boy in the saddle, and then, in a hoarse voice, struck up a sort of tune without much distinguishable melody. But rough as it was, it seemed to raise the gloom that rested on the caravan; there was a shaking of the whips among the drivers and a tentative switching in the air; elsewhere, for the first time this morn- ing, resounded a familiar cheering to the animals, _ answered by others at different points, and in due time the long-drawn notes with which the Mexican muleteers introduce their songs, were borne along the line, mixing in horrid discord with Bill’s ditty. When toward noon, the train was ordered to halt, the influence of the preceding night had worn away on the surface, at least. Gomicbooks. Go