"GOOD-BY, SWEETHEART." 



The castigation frightened the fellow into obedience, and he trudged beside his 

 captor as meekly as a lamb, on the watch, however, for a chance to dart off in the 

 darkness. 



" Here he is," said Jack, addressing the interested Mr. Godkin, who had risen. 

 to his feet, and come part way to meet him; " and don't you think he's a beauty 

 well, I'll be hanged ! " 



The Texan recoiled in amazed indig- 

 nation. By the light of the camp-fire he 

 recognized the native as 



the one he had saved 

 from death by torture 

 that same afternoon. 



"There's 

 gratitude for 

 you," he said, 

 after explain- 

 ing the matter 

 to his friend; 

 " now, there 

 isn't any ques- 

 tion that he 

 ought to be 

 knocked in 

 the head, 

 though I've 

 no doubt his 

 skull is so 

 thick that it'll 

 take a pile- 

 driver to crack 

 it." 



"I don't 

 see that there 

 is any ingrati- 

 tude about it," remarked Mr. God- 

 kin, seeking to appease the wrath 

 of his friend, " for it wasn't / who 

 saved his life." 



" But you are my friend." 

 " How could he know that ? " 

 "But he saw me sitting with 

 you when he began crawling up to 

 camp, and I shouldn't wonder if, after all, it was me that he was after," added Jack, 

 looking wrathfully at the shrinking native. 



Wart and Adz thought the situation warranted them in leaving their posts and 

 approaching the camp-fire, and Wart became so excited at what he beheld that he 

 rushed away to arouse the sleeping cousins. 



" The poor wretch is entitled to the doubt," said Mr. Godkin with a* laugh, 

 unable to share the anger of his friend. " Who knows but that if you had stayed 



As IN THE OLDEN TIME. 



