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80 , JOSE. pause, turning to Baumann. “Just now I feel quite unable to do so. I was thrown from my horse, and I think it will be well to rest a while.” Baumann inquired anxiously if he thought he had sustained injury; but the American, with an assuring shake of the head, extended his hand, and was soon quietly reposing on the cushions of his wagon, his hands pressed against his face, his mind busily engaged with the stirring scenes of the pant few hours. The camp was reached. Baumann had found his friend fast asleep and had shared with the crew their fruzal meal. He then stretched out in the dry erass near the wagon to rest. Night had meanwhile set in. The moon was shedding her soft, mellow — beams upon the prairie. The fires had died out and deep silence reigned over the encampment. Green arose, and in the uncertain light looked at his watch. It was past midnight, and with a long drawn breath he again stretched out upon his pillows. A consuming fire was raging in his veins, his head pained him, and his pulses throbbed with feverish heat. In his mind he beheld Jose, stripped of his male attire and arrayed in delicate white female robes, the large dark eyes fastened lovingly on him. At the same time he beheld in vivid colors himself tearing open the dress of the fainting lad and recalling life to his inanimate form by the pressure of his lips to hers. For several minutes he lay thus, until he heard Baumann called to his post of duty, and scarcely was he sure that the latter - had left, when he arose, looked out, and silently slipped out of the wagon. Stealthily he stepped over the sleeping forms in the grass until he arrived at the entrance of the corral. Here he paused, and Eomichooks sco