t fire,
and, pistol in hand, lay down by his companions, looking all the time across the fire at his prisoner.
The Prince arose, went and gathered up pine- knots by the light of the moon, and laid them on the fire. Paquita looked inquiringly at him, and then went and did the same. When the fire loomed up, he lifted the blankets from the Doctor s feet, drew off his boots, and let the warm, cheerful fire fall on the wretched man.
The officer lay like a fox watching every move and motion, with his head on his saddle, and his nose just above the blankets. His pistol hand was at his side clutching the revolver. The other men were equally wide awake and watchful at his side.
" Lie down, Paquita," said the Prince, u lie down and rest with your moccasins to the fire ; you have had a hard and bitter day of it. I will keep the fire."
The child obeyed. He waved his hand at me to do the same, and I was soon sound asleep.
The last I saw of the Prince before falling asleep he was resting on his side with his hand on his head, and elbow on his blankets. In the mountains, when you spread your blankets, you put your arms rifle or pistols in between the blankets as carefully as if they were children. This is done, in the first place, to keep them dry, and, in the second place, to have them ready for use. They are laid close to your side. The heat of your body keeps out the
