aved it round and round in the faces of the wolves,
shouting at the same time at the top of my voice. It had the effect I
wished; for, a panic seizing them, away they all scampered, leaving me
once more alone. I lost no time in springing over the fire and
collecting a sufficient quantity of wood to enable me to keep it blazing
till the morning.

The wolves did not return; and at dawn, having cut some more slices from
one of the wolves which I had drawn inside the circle, I set off, with
my face to the northward, hoping almost against hope that I might fall
in with some of my late companions, or that I might find the means of
supporting existence till I could strike the trail of old Samson and my
other friends,--or the emigrant-train, should they have got so far
south. Happily I saw no more of the wolves, and by keeping along the
bank of the river, which here ran north and south, I avoided the
district ravaged by the fire. Through not falling in with any of the
Spaniards, I began to fear that they must have perished.

The first day I fortunately shot a beaver; and having cooked it, I made
a hearty meal--stowing away the rest in my wallet. That night I slept
up among the branches of a tree, which were so placed that I had no fear
of falling down; and next morning, greatly refreshed, I pushed forward
on my solitary journey.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

I FIND POOR PABLO, AND ASSIST HIM--ROASTED SQUIRREL--PABLO'S REASON FOR
DESIRING TO JOIN THE ENGLISH--WE STALK A BUFFALO--PABLO'S TERROR AT THE
APPROACH OF INDIANS--MY SURPRISE AT BEING WELCOMED BY MANILICK--MIKE'S
JOY AT SEEING ME ALIVE--WE AGAIN START IN THE DIRECTION OF THE
WAGGON-TRAIN--OLD SAMSON, REUBEN, AND SANDY NEARLY ROASTED ALIVE BY THE
APACHES--QUAMBO'S CARE OF "DE FIDDLE"--LILY'S RELATIONSHIP TO OLD
SAMSON--KEPENAU AND MANILICK--CONCLUSION.

I had been trudging on for some hours, directing my course by the sun,
which shone brightly from an unclouded sky, when, feeling weary, I sat
down to rest under the shade of a tree not far from the river's brink.
Scarcely had I stretched out my legs, when I heard a voice, in a tone of
suffering, calling to me; and going in the direction from whence it
proceeded, what was my surprise to see, among the branches of a tree, my
late companion Pablo!

"Misericordia, Senor Roger!" he cried out. "I am starving, and too weak
to get down of myself."

I climbed up and gave him some of the beaver-flesh, which soon revived
him.