Suffering a Recovery 



of the three, and stoutly denying he knew anything of my 

 pistol, told me to go back and look where I lost it. I 

 again informed him that at the time of my loss he had 

 been a part of the premises ; moreover, that I had searched 

 his companions. 



" But you shall not search me," he said, taking his gun 

 from his shoulder, and holding it ready. I observed that it 

 had a fresh bright copper cap on the nipple, so that it might 

 possibly go off; but I reflected, that if he had the pistol, 

 and I continued resolute, he would probably rather give it 

 up than fight, as I had my revolver still in ray faja. So I 

 advanced upon him as he retreated, keeping my eye upon 

 him, and my hand on my revolver, so as not to let him have 

 the first shot, if possible. 



Just at the moment when I thought the combat was about 

 to commence, and was on the point of drawing my weapon, 

 he — I suppose, being convinced I was in earnest, and meant 

 to see the adventure through to the end — fell soft, and said, 

 " You shall have your pistol." He rather opened the flap 

 of his zamarray^ and I saw the muzzle of the pistol peeping 

 out of an inside pocket. 



As he still showed a reluctance to part with it, without 

 much politeness I at once grabbed it with my left hand, 

 still keeping my right on the revolver. 



So I left him with a Faya Vmd. con Diosj^ and came back 

 in great glee to tell Harry what a great feat of (small) 

 arms I had performed. He, like the captain in the ballad 

 of "Billy Taylor," very much applauded what I had 

 done. 



The day was hot, and we began to make preparations for 

 a bath above the mill-dam, putting the saddles, and cloaks, 



' Fur-jacket. 



- May your worship go with God. 



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