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The sectary lance behind, but the cords held too firlimpse of the side of his face

"Merciful Jehovah! 'tis the voice of Master Benteen," he exclaimed joyfully "I know not how you could come there unless you descended from the sky"

"From the opposite quarter, my friend," I replied, awake to the humor "Pray speak with less noise, and pay heed to what I say Tell me where the priest stands; you are so confounded broad of shoulder I can see nothing beyond"

"He kneels to the right of the altar, the crawling spawn of hell, where he has good chance to fill his lean body with food he ure of wood He is a full imp of Satan, the black-faced idolater"

"I care little as to that Are there others present?"

"None, save the guard, a naked savage He leans in the doorway, looking without"

"Then be quiet while I cut your bonds; afterwardsthe floor, with no sound to attract attention"

He chuckled grimly

"Fathers of Israel! it will astound those fellows to discover this place eone back to the Sun"

Making no response to this natural conceit, I stretched th of e across his bonds, severing the free his arms As the sundered cords dropped noiselessly to the floor I drew back into hiding, leaving hiht rereat shadow, and I cordially extended my hand to him