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THE BLAGK SCOUT OF ARIZONA,

By BURKE BRENTFORD. CHAPTER I.

A DESPERATE ENCOUNTER. es

The midday sun was blazing in the | firmament, on a sultry August day, as three dusty travelers, mounted on jaded horses, slowly made their way over the tortuous trail leading from

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im s One was a rather handsome young man, of about twenty- | YOU hi - five, with a face as swarthy as that of a. Mexican, while |

_ dark hair and mustache, and piercing black eye ci m- pleted his resemblance to the race we bave named.

A large-brimmed slouch hat rested carelessly on his well-shaped head; while a red sash that encircled his waist, and sustained a brace of pistols and a bowie-knife, added to the picturesqueness of his appearance.

One of his companions rodé by his side, and was a stout, low-browed, forbidding iodking rascal, of perhaps forty years of age. He kept up aconstant conversation with his employer—for such was their relation to each other, the low-browed fellow being a sort of attendant and confidential companion. He was known throughout the Territories as Brazos Bob, and his manner was a com- bination of cunning, servility, and ferocity.

The third member of the party rode a little in advance of the other two, and in appearance was the most remark- able. He wasan athletic negro, only a little over six feet in height, but so huge of frame that he seemed colos- sal. His dress was partially that of a hunter combined with that of a stage minstrel. And a grotesque contrast was apparent as the observer’s cye noted his deer-skin hunting shirt and leggings, and then rested upon a frilled shirt-front, rather dingy from service, and a huge linen

Standing collar, with a brilliant red necktie.

Like his two companions, Jingo Josh was well armed. Resting upon his back, sustained by a light leather strap passed over his left shoulder, was a costly banjo, on which instrument Josh was quite an expert. Many and many a tedious hour, amid those lonely wastes, had Josh beguiled the time, and entertained himself and his ac- quaintances, singing quaint ditties of his own composi- tion, and accompanying the words with the harmonious melody he evoked from his highly prized banjo.

At present he is engaged as guide by Juan Camargo, the young man we have described. At a mining village on the Gila River, which they had left two days before, Brazos Bob had spent the evening in a deep carouse, and was so utterly unfit for service that Juan had lost con- fidence in him, and engaged Jingo Josh to guide him to his destination, a ranch at the fork of the Rio Virgin and Rio Colorado, occupied by his uncle, who was. known in that region by the name of Robert Bounty, the father of a lovely daughter, in whom Juan Camargo had good reason to feel deeply interested. -_ =

Since leavipg his home in Galveston, Juan Camargo had heard that his fair cousin was somewhat of a belle in the

far western region toward which he was journeying, and:

had many admirers. It did not please him to learn, how- ever, that in one of these admirers—Captain Markham, of the United States Army—he was likely to find, if rumor spoke truly, a rival already well intrenched in the affec- tions of his esteemed cousin.

There was an evil glitter in Juan Camargo’s black eyes as he thought of this stranger, whose existence seemed to threaten his happiness.

Juan Camargo and his two attendants had traveled about sixty miles, with occasional rests, after leaving - Fort Yuma, when shortly after noon, the cracking of dis- tant rifles caused them to proceed more cautiously.

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Josh soon found a little natural amphitheater, nearly surrounded by tall, recky fragments, and within this the three at once sought cover, dismounting and picketing their horses, and holding their weapons ready, for instant use.

“Keep dark, gemmen! Maybe dey won’t see us,” whispered Josh, crouching on his knees and peering out

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horses set up a discordant neighing; “they have already seen us, and are making for this very spot.” ;

“Don’t fire till ye see the paint on their mugs,” growled Brazos Bob, who had had considerable experience in In- dian fighting, and seldom lost his presence of mind in the hour of peril.

Upward of forty hideously painted warriors came dash- ing up from the plateau.

Their horses stumbled, and i i some of them fell as they came upon the flinty, broken peneyy

bluff, but the riders wildly urged their flight, their faces gray with terror and dismay.

“Dey am makin’ jist for dis same “Now fire !”

His rifle spoke simultaneously, and the foremost of the redskins plunged headlong from his steed, whike Camargo and Bob followed with equal effect.

They all had breech-Ioaders which they loaded and fired as fast as possible, to create the impression that they were more numerous than they actualy were. This succeeded for amoment only. The Indians wavered and halted, making great outcries and excited gesticulations; but they quickly discovered the ruse, and began wheeling around the little party, discharging shot ‘and arrows through the crevices.

The travelers’ horses which stood too high to be well protected, were killed almost instantly, and Bob’s cheek was grazed by an arrow-head. But the Indians paid dearly for their experiment, and the besieged party kept _ on reloading and firing with fatal effect. /

“Keep de ball a movin’, gemmen!” criea Josh. “De troops’ll be on ’emina jiffy an’ we can stan’ it long as dey!”

He had hardly spoken before the head of one of the In- dians, a numbes of whom had dismounted, appeared over. the rocky rampart. Sey

The next instant it sank from view as the negro’s hatchet clove it to the base.

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swarm above the rocks, and two or three Indians gained™.

the interior, compelling a hand-to-hand fight, at fearful

odds. Camargo, with his revolver in one hand, and his knife ©

in the other, showed the hunter’s true grit, in spite of his _

youth and slight frame, while Josh and Bob contested the ground at every inch. > : .

Tt was evident that Josh was no stranger to the Indians. As two of them fell dead before his mighty arm, most of

the others shrank from his assaults, and devoted them- selves to the task of overpowering Camargo and Bob, though the two latter fought with the fury of tigers at

bay. . They would all,

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doubtless, have soon been overcome, __ however, as, one, by one, the enraged redskins dropped __ over the jagged rocks, with brandished weapons and But just as they were about to succumb, __

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shrieks and groans of savages and the victorious shouts Ms white men. _ ety “Courage, mates !” called out a ringing voice from with- out; and at the same moment half a dozen troopers swung themselves over the rocks, carbines in hand.

_-The savages remaining in the inclosure were dispatched to a man; and when our travelers found themselves, ~ shortly afterward, on the open ground, they. saw the _ soldiers pursuing the enemy in every direction, with re- - morseless slaughter, while dead and wounded Indians lay onevery hand. pds Saati pas ee

A dismounted officer, who seemed to be the chief in command of the solgiers, strode up to the rescued party, and extended his hand to the young senor. | -;., “It seems that we have beeu just in the nick of time,” | said. he, with a pleasant smile. “Are you seriously | wounded, sir?” Oy “No, thank you; a mere scratch,” replied Camargo, - stanching with his handkerchief.a/slight wound, from

which the blood was trickling down his cheek; and ina

few hurried words he explained the object of his journey, _ andthe manner in which they had been surrounded and

- attacked by the flying Indians. . st “You made a gallant fight at any rate. I think your ',, party must have paid off a dozen of these rascals,” said. - * the officer, looking upon the dusky carcasses around him “And you couldn’t have had a b per man to assist you than my old friend, Jingo Josh, “there.”

“Ah, Cap’n Markham !” said Josh, coming forward, and endeavoring to wrap up acut which he had received on the wrist, while Bob was also slightly wounded; “dis nigga always do de bes’ he know how, an’ no. discount eider.” ;

“Both he and Bob fought nobly,” said Camargo, a sud- den thrill passing through him, as he heard the young officer addressed by the name which rumor‘had given

_ him as that of Bertha Bounty’s lover.

“Twill order a recall of my men,” said Captain Mark- ham; “and then you can .accompany me to my camp, about a mile up the river.” :

Senor Camargo’s eyes followed him with sinister curi- osity as he yode away. :

Markham returned presently, accompanied by his ser-

geant and several soldiers, the latter driving before

* them a number of horses which had been captured.

os “Since your own horses have been killed in our cause, | my friends,” cried the officer, gayly, “you can take your ® choice from these. That is a fine brute yonder, Senor

_ Camargo—the dark Pawnee, with her ears slit.”

The travelers lost no time in making their selections

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CHAPTER II. THE QUEEN OF THE CANONS.

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paralleled beauty. Its floor was a rolling plain, carpeted - with rich verdure, upon which flocks of sheep and herds

ba of horses and cattle were peacefully feeding. Almost at

the extremity of the deep green peninsula formed by the junction of the rivers, and just out of the shadow of the _ mighty precipices that rose behind it, Jay the Red Ranch

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It was that of a young girl of peerless beauty and ~— splendidly robust form, who appeared to lead the rest of the party, with the air of one accustomed to command.

A riding-dress, with short skirt, and half Indian in | style, fairly gleamed with bead and feather ornamenta- tion, and set off her fine form to the most picturesque _ advantage, as she managed her steed with superb skill and grace. Her brow and head were bound witha slen- der fillet of gold, her dark hair being blown loosely out in the wind likea flying cloud. The arm was bare with which she poised aloft a long and slender spear; her lips were parted, her eyes gleaming, and her noble face aglow with the fierce excitement of the chase.

“Caramba, what mountain princess*have we _ here?” muttered Juan Camargo. “Can it be that this peerless creature is my little Cousin Bertie?”

The wounded monster had turned and reared at bay. Two of the dogs lay mangled and dead athis feet, and another was writhing in his terrible grasp.

The hunters reined in their steeds and discharged their guns repeatedly at the breast of the bear, but apparently with little effect other than to increase his fury, although blood was streaming from the many wounds he had re-' ceived.

At length the fair huntress waved her hand as a signal for them to cease firing, and then, bringing her long spear to rest, urged her steed forward, with a wild, shrill cry.

Finely trained as he was, the horse hesitated an instant, und then plunged forward like a bolt from a bow-gun.

The bear reared himself high on his haunches and stretched abroad his terribly armed paws with a frightful roar; but the next instant the keen spear smote him in the breast, piercing him through, and-he fell over on his side in the agonies of dissolution.

Camargo came riding up in advance of his companions, hat in hand.

“While congratulating you on your skill and bravery as a huntress, fair lady,” said he, gallantly, “let me tender you athoussnd thanks for affording me the pleasure of witnessing your prowess.”

“There is no great credit in dispatching a brute that was already well-nigh wounded unto helplessness,” was the reply, with a coolness which indicated that the speaker cared little. for compliments. “You are traveling north- ward from Fort Mohave, I suppose ?”

“Yes; but my destination must be near at hand, if yon- der hacienda is that of my uncle, Mr. Robert Bounty.”

“What! are you my Cousin Juan, then ?”

“Iam Juan Camargo, fair one; and isit possible that you are my cousin Bertie, my playmate of old? What! are von not glad to see me again?” Juan added, as she, for & moment, hesitated to take the hand he extended toward her, a look of confusion at the same time suffusing her face and eves. :

“Yes, quite glad, cousin,” she presently said, recovering herself, and placing her hand in his; only it seemed so strange to see you, after so many years, and in this se- cluded corner of the wilderness. Father has long been ex- pecting you, and will be glad to welcome you at the ranch. Come, let us ride on together.”

At last they reached the Rio Virgin and forded it, en- tering the corral of the ranch, heedless of the ill-elad peons who stood by, agape toysee the accession to the meager population of the lonely valley. :

The interior of the house was as commodious and hand- | some as any such mud-built, rambling house could be with its paucity of window and superfluity of wall ; but a man of singular nobility of mien stepped forth from the piazza, with which the house was more than half sur- rounded, and greeted them courteously.

He was bowed with grief or age, but his comely coun- nia ss pleasant and mild as he saluted his daugh- er.

is Back So soon, and with a strange cavalier, you flirt!” he exclaimed, assisting his daughter to alight, while Juan Camargo dismounted, and stood expectant, with his hand _ on the bridle-rein. “You have either missed your game 3

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“Then you have come at last!” exclaimed the old man, at the same time ntoving forward and grasping his nephew’s hand. “But come into my study at once—oh, yes! I have preserved the vestige of the world even in this remote wilderness, my Juan—and you can talk to me while Bertie arranges her dress.”

“My beloved uncle! this is one of the sweetest moments of my life.”

“Glad to hear it. Come in, then, and make it jovial with the best I have got,” said Mr. Bounty. “But what is the matter with pussy here, that she is so smiling?” he added, turning to his daughter, who stood at the threshold hesitating.

~“T cannot concéive, uncle, unless it is the news I brought her, that Captain Markham's troops had whipped the Indians, and that their commander had escaped un- harmed.”

“Oh !” said the frontiersman ; and a shade of displeasure crossed his face, as Bertie disappeared.

CHAPTER III. JOSH RECOGNIZES AN OLD FRIEND.

“Well, uncle,” said Juan Camargo, after heand Mr. Rounty had chatted together for some time, beside a table well supplied with fruits and wine. “Have you made up your mind never again to return to the world? Are you ever to remain in this wild and remote spot, beautiful as it is?”

“Yes, Juan,” said the old man, shaking his head, sadly. “You know I came here quite heart-broken; but 1 am contented now. And what better lot could I have? ‘I am monarch of all I survey,’ as Cowper hasit. There is no lovelier and more secluded retreat in the world than this of mine. My lifeis simply patriarchal. My people re- spect me and serve me willingly. Even the red men are mostly my friends. My flocks and herds are uncounted in the valleys and on the slopes. And haveI not my daughter—my beautiful, radiant girl, who will never leave me?”

“True, but in you native State, ardin Texas as well as Louisiana, you were once so rich and powerful.”

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vals, received newspapers—which he excluded from his wliderness home with misanthropic rigor—any number of advertismeents would have apprised him of this; but he thus remained in ignorance, buried from the outside world so completely that probably his real name was un- known to any one in Arizona except his daughter, his nephew, and himself.

As I have said, it had been the original intention of Juan to enlighten his uncle upon these all-important points; but when he found that he was, in all probability, to have a dangerous rival in the person of the young army officer, he wisely kept his knowledge to himself. In his love-suit, which he was determingd to push to a suc-

sion was concerned—perhaps far more so; and he would stand a better chance as the apparently disinterested suitor of the daughter of a broken, moody, misanthropic, and disappointed man, than as a needy lover of one of the richest and most beautiful heiresses in America. So. Juan prudently kept his secret.

Presently the uncle and nephew arose from the table, and as they strolled out on the piazza, Jingo Josh was seen in the corral playing his banjo and singing to a group of admiring peons of both sexes, young and old.

In spite of the applause of his rude hearers at the con- clusion of his song, Josh suddenly stopped, and seemed riveted to the spot with astonishment as he gazed at Mr. , Bounty.

Then, flinging aside his instrument, he rushed forward, =

and seizing the gentleman’s hand, kissed it delightedly while great tears rolled down his grotesque face.

“Oh, massa! my good ole massa! don’t you recomem- ber your Josh?” he exclaimed. “Am it possible dat you am de gemman dey calls Massa Bounty? Oh, gorry me! ain’t I glad to see de ole massa again! Oh, de joy ob dis *casion ‘ll bust my heart, sho !”

Mr. Bounty was almost equally affected.

“Why, Josh, my old servant and friend, can it be pos- sible?” he said, willingly leaving his hand in the dusky “JT thought you dead long ago, my

cessful issue at all hazard, his cupidity as well as his pas-

palms that grasped it. boy.”

“Nary time, massa. I was only a leetle cuss when you sot me free, an’ I wandered out into de wilderness, jan hab been roamin’ aroun’ ebber since, massa——”

Mr. Bounty checked him by holding up his finger.

‘‘My only name is Bounty now, Josh,” he said. “I do

during the war, I was plundered by both parties, the Con-| not wish to be krown by any other.”

federates as well as the Unionists, until nearly everything Then my wife died, and her death was speedily | respectfully, ““am it possible, massa, dat dat beautiful

was gone. followed by those of your father, and your mother, my beloved sister. I was broken down. With what I could

rescue from the wreck of my fortune, I purchased this tract, and migrated here, with my child, changing even

my name, so that none might know of my retreat. Yet, as 1 have said, I have found contentment.” “Yet, uncle, if your former position and estates should be restored to you, would you not return to them ?” “Williingly! eagerly!” exclaimed the old gentleman, looking up quickly. hope of that, Juan?” “Alas! no, sir,” replied the young man, sadly.

know.

“Do you mean to say there is any

“Your plantations are all in the hands of strangers, so far as I I, myself, have just managed to save enough of my patrimony to yield me a meager income, besides a few thousands which I brought with me, thinking that I might invest it as you have done; at any rate, that it might enable me to live near the only ones dear tome on earth—yourself, my honored uncle, and Bertie, for whom my childish fondness has grown into passionate devotion.”

“All right, massa. But,” and Josh lowered his voice | angel as we seed kill de grizzly is de leetle Bertie as I used to lead aroun’ trough de flowers on de ole plantaton ?”

“The very same, Josh, though she is far older and far bolder than the timid little fairy who used to toddle about the verandas ander your guidange.”

At this moment the young lady referred to made her ap- pearance, and manifested unaffected pleasure at having the negro’s identity with the humble protector of her in- fancy made known to her, much to the delight of Jingo Josh. ;

“Oh, dis dahkey am nebber gwine to leab you, missus, now as he am found you once agin,” he cried, joyously. “An’ I hab ’sperience now, massa,” he added, his grotesque face glowing with pardonable pride. “Dah’s nebber a coon on de plains, white or black, red or yaller, as kin lay ober ole Josh at huntin’, scalpin’, fightin’, or yankin’ de hide off ob a grizzly. Yah. yah! dis coon, while he hab been growin’, hab growed all ober.” ~

“T have no doubt that you have made the best use of your time, Josh,” said Mr. Bounty, smiling; “but can

Mr. Bounty knit his brows, but made no immediate re-| you jump as well as you used to? Jumping,” he added,

y. It had been the original intention of Juan Camargo to inform his uncle of the real state of his affairs; to gladden

his estate—including sugar and cotton plantations, as well|s as valuable real estate in New Orleans and Galveston— '!h never been actually confiscated, but that it was fully re-’ wing, an stored to him, and was even at that moment held in his, instea

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guffawed. ‘An’ now, white folks, if it amn’t in’pro- priate, I don’t mind if I gin you a song.”

Josh’s effort was rendered tolerable by the fine voice

and inimitably droll manner in which it was sung, and was received with good-natured applause. fle disap-

- peared from his perch, with a flourish of his banjo, and an Indian yell, as soon as he had finished.

“Who would have thought to meet this faithful fellow after so mnay years, my dear?” said Mr. Bounty, turning to his daughter. “I really hope that he will stay with us now that he has found us out.”

Miss Bertie also hoped so, and said as much.

- Juan hoped nothing of the kind, but held his peace.

CHAPTER IV. ° THE LETTER.

When Miss Bertie Bounty had sought the privacy of her chamber, her maid, a pretty, mild-mannered Indian girl, of the Puebla tribe, was waiting to learn the wish of her mistress. *

“T shall want for nothing to-night, Anita,” said she.

Then, as the dusky maiden disappeared, without a word,

_ ghe seated herself at the single window of the room, which > looked over'the court-yard and the walls beyond, em- ‘pracing a charming view of canon, and savanna, and

~~. dashing streams, all flooded with lustrous moonlight.

She was about to retire, when she was arrested by see-

ing a dusky form flit out from the shadow of some trees |

beyond the adobe wall of the corral, and make a gesture as though signaling her.

She was sure that the form was none other than that of her father’s old servitor, Jingo Josh, and then at once made a sign that she would come to him.

Bertie was as insensible to personal fear as any woman could be, and, moreover, something told her that the negro had something to report concerning her lover.

She hastily changed her evening dress for a hunting costume, which afforded freer action, placed a revolver in her belt, descended thestairs, and glided out of the house.

Regular guards were posted at intervals around the cor- ral, which explained the reason why Jingo Josh had not leaped the wall—which he might easily have done, con- sidering his extraordinary powers as a jumper—and come directly under her little balcony.

She passed the sentinels—peons and half-breeds—with- out question, as scarcely any eccentricity on her part woula have surprisd them, and went out upon the plain toward the clump of trees from which Josh had issued.

But she had prudence, if not fear, and advanced cautiously. The negro made his appearance again as she neared the timber, and saluted her with such a super- abundance of respect, so many bowings, twistings, and salaams, that it was quite ridiculous, and made her laugh outright.

‘‘ *S3euse me, Miss Bertie, fur callin’ you out,” said he; “but I knowed dere was a guard inside ob de corral, an’ as dis coon nebber wants to git no hole pufferate in him alligator hide jist yit, he didn’t wenter fur to make de riffle. I’se got someting fur ye, miss, from the good- lookin’ sodjer boy down atdeInjincamp. You see, my lubly missus,” he explained, as he presented a note, which she eagerly seized, “it was in de early mornin’ arter de fight dat de captain comed to me an’ gub me dat letter fur you. an’ says he, ‘Josh, if yu’ll only gib dat docyment to de young lady up at de ranch, an’ don’t say nuttin’ to de young Spanish gent—dat’s de senor, you know—’bout it, you’ll ’tarnally ’blige,’ says he. ‘Rely on dis niggah fur a casket ob secrecy,’ says I. An’ dah you am, miss.”

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secrecy, hurried back to the house, Josh disappearing in :

the direction of the peon quarters.

As soon as she reached her room she procured a light and opened the note. It was hastily written in pencil, and read as follows:

“In Camp, June——. “Dear Bertie :—I cannot describe the anguish Ihave been suffering for the past twelve hours. . “We Ene had a successful fight with the Apaches—of which I need say but little, except that we thrashed them well—and the engagement was the novel means of introducing to me a gentleman named Camar-

}go, who is on his way to your father’s ranch, and intends quitting our camp this morning to continue his journey.

‘He was very talkative, and prattled to me about something which has caused me infinite anxiety and distress.

“Oh, Bertie! he tells me that you have been betrothed to him from childhood, and that he is now on bis way to claim you as his wife. He even went into particulars, talking about death-beds, and oaths made between your father and his parents, and all that sort of thing ,

“You never told me anything of this kind! Was it fair’? Lat I do not mean to reproach you. POR

“Can what he said be true?

“But even if it is, knowing your love for me, I will not bélieve for a@ moment that you will consider such a silly betrothal bindinz.

“And yet, from what he said, he is to have your father's approval and encouragement, and you know that your father is no friend of mine.

“But I can suffer on, and trust in your faith,

“Yours devotedly, JASPER MarkHAM.”

Poor fellow !” murmured Bertie, as she kissed the let- ter before putting it away; “vou can, indiped, trust in my: faith! I now see through the shallowness of this pretty cousin of mine. The idea of his talk: ig toa man he never saw before, about this betrothal, as fie calls it! The idea of his pretending to come here to clchim me as if I were a kid ora sheep! The idea!” \

So Miss Bertie went to bed in a very charm. ing state of indignation. '

CHAPTER V. \ FATHER AND DAUGHTER. *

When Juan Camargo met his uncle and cousin at breakfast on the following morning, Bertie met him courteously and even kindly, but she evidently mistrusted him, and would:not converse except upon the most trival and commonplace topics. She replied sto him in mono- syllables and seemed co take no interest in him whatever.

Shortly afterward he strolled out of the house and cor- ral, and met his henchman, Brazos Bob, who, having finished his breakfast among the peons, was already ina state of semi-inebriety.

‘So! drunk already?” exclaimed Juan, angrily.

“Yes, senor,” was the reply. But I’ve got a secret fur you, so don’t be huffy with the old man.”

“What is it?”

“The nigger’s a traitor, as I allers told you he’d prove to be. These ’ere black hounds is never to be trusted, and the sooner they is kicked back——”

“Caramba! put a bridle on that drunken tongue of yours. What have you to tell me about Jingo Josh?”

“Only this ere—that as I was sneakin’ aroun’ late last night, tryin’ to steal some more pizen, I seed the nigger steal out 0’ that clump of chaparral thar, an’ signal the young lady of the ranch, who soon arter come a-glidin’ out to meet him.”

“What!” exclaimed Juan, perfectly astonished. Then springing upon Bob, he clutched him by the throat with one hand, while he laid the other upon the pistol in his sash. ‘“ You infernal villain!” he cried; ‘‘'do you dare te insinuate——”

“T ain’t insinnerated nothink yit,” said Brazos Bob, sulkily, ‘an’ if you’ll just take your fist away from my gullet, p’raps you’ll find out you’re makin’ too big a howl over a very small bag of wool.”

“Speak then,” said Camargo, releasing him,

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He reflected for a moment, and then said : “Forgive me for that blow, Bob; and here's half an | eagle for you to get some more whisky with. You are. right, this Jingo Josh has acted treacherously. But be | careful that you do not let him know that you or I sus- pect him. He is a dangerous man, and we must bide our time to take care of him. In the meantime don’t get so drunk that you can’t see.« You must watch him con- stantly, and [ may have need of your services at any mo- ment.” |

All right, senor! Sstealin’ a pony to slittin’ a wizzand. Like the member of Congress in givin’ pledges fur my futer, ] only needs to refur you to the past.”

The ruffian swaggered away toward the huts.

Filled with mortification and jealous rage, Juan’s first

impu‘se was to seek his uncle at once, and acquaint him/if he does I can’t love him, that’s all.

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long to begin to coax at once. : i e “Your estate is very wide, papa,” said she, with quiet nerve, ‘and its boundaries are not well defined. Ibe- lieve I know how to ride a horse, if I should take it into | my head to ride to some purpose.” : “Do you mean to-say that you willrun away from me, Bertie?” exclamied Mr. Bounty, quite aghast. . ._ ts “No, papa. How could yeu think of such & thing? cried the beautiful girl, at once sorry for what she had said, and flinging her arms about his neck. “Only you

Count on me for anything, from )do worry me so much, you old dragon !”

Old Mr. Bounty rubbed his head in some confusion, and was perplexed how to proceed. : “Tam satisfied that Juan loves you dearly,” said he at

“TI don’t believe a word of it,” cried Bertie. “But even Is he so conceited

with :zhat he had learned. But he never permitted im- | as to suppose that he can come here and win my hend

pulse to confrol him for any length of time, and his sober second thought convinced him that such would be the | very worse plan he could pursue.

Of course he would gain ground with his uncle by doing so. but then he would not fail to excite hig fair cousin’s | scorn and contempt, and he had determined to win her | affections if possible. So he smothered his resentment, |

‘and strode away to regain his composure by the ka

bank, . In the meantime Mr.Bounty was engaged in deep and} earnest coniversation with his child. pas Bertie fe lt that it was coming as soon as her Cousin | Juan had quitted the breakfast-room, and patiently. waited for her father to commence. Mr. Boun,ty, who was a very neryous man, and who. loved his daughter to idolization, came to the point ina very se) te manner. After referring to her early be-. trothal to sher cousin, he began to extol the character of Juan in urameasured terms. Bertie ssat perfectly quiet. “Now.¢my dear child,” said her parent, in conclusion, “besidefthe keeping of your faith and my faith in the) of this contract, you must ‘know that it is the. dearest wish Ofey life thag you should marry your! Cousin Juan. at he loves you dearly you cannot. doubt, and——” | | “And I do not love, him, papa,” interrupted his dutiful | daughter. : | “But that will come after a while, my dear. Juan is| young, handsome, and highly accomplished, and I am | sure he is head over ears in love with you.” “That may all be, papa, but I do not love him, and [| certainly shall never marry him. As for the betrothal, | papa,” continued Bertie, with animation, ‘‘I believe that I was of the highly intelligent ‘and sagely mature age of | six years when it was made, and now being nineteen, I take the liberty of changing my</