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Show 160 PERSONAL ADVENTURES shoulder, and ready to lower it at the first stir in the brushwood. Making a sign to me with his left hand to keep back, and then stealing forward through a s1nall opening between two busbeR, he crept on, rny eyes mechanically following his 1novements. I now cauo-ht sio·bt 0 0 -a mere glimpse-of something which I at first took to be part of the trunk of a tree, but which I Aoon perceived to be a Y akee, who stood partially concealed by it .. "flush!" again muttered O'Reilly, lowering his rifle; "I've got him now; just look what a jig he'll dance.'' There was a pause of a few moments-of a minute perhaps-during which 've heard the voices of our comraJes, varied now and then by the report of a musket ; they were not far off, although completely hidden from our view. I actually tre1nbled with excitement, and though the heat was intense, a cold, clammy sweat stood on rny brow, and oozed out at the tips of my fingers. O'Reilly's rifle still covered the tree, but the Y akee did not move; all at once the report of another musket, very IN CALIFORNIA. 161 close to him I fancy, induced him to step cautiously out, his intention being, no doubt, to conceal himself more effectually; I sa'v him look inquisitively round, without exhibiting any symptom of fear, then carne the sharp report of my companion's rifle, and the Indian rolled over, a lifeless corpse. "Hurrah !" shouted O'Reilly in triumph "I knew I'd make a clane job of him. Com~ on, m~ beauties, if there are any more of ye." Telling my con1panion to moderate his excitement, I proceeded with him to the spot where the Yakee lay. A fine fello\v he w~s~yo,ung, handsome, and po\>verfully built. 0 Reilly s ball had struck him under the left arm, and had, no doubt, pierced the heart. To my great annoyance, my companion commenced very coolly appropriating to himself the contents of a small purse of skin which th.e I nd .I an wore slung from his belt 'a s also hi s car t n. d ges; the rifle he handed to ' me and I to k · ' " 0 It, leaving my musket on the spot. Sure, all this money's no good to him now,'' replied he to a remonstrance I ventured |