his shirt a-flappin' on a stick stuck in a snow-bank lookin' t'ward
camp."

"There ain't no doubt 'bout what the woman said to him, or what made him
yell an' git, boys," said Chagres Charley, solemnly, as he took a
blanket from his shoulders and spread it on the ground.

Mississip took off his hat, and lifting the poor Mexican from the snow,
laid him in the blanket. Lynn Taps hid the baby, rewrapped, under his
own blanket, and hurried down the mountain, while four men picked up
Codago and followed.

Lynn Taps scratched on the rawhide door; the doctor opened it.

Lynn Tapps unrolled the bundle, and its occupant again raised its
voice.

The woman, who was lying motionless and with closed eyes, sprang to her
feet in an instant, and as Lynn Taps laid his burden on the blankets,
the woman, her every dull feature softened and lighted with motherly
tenderness, threw her arms about the astonished Yankee, and then fell
sobbing at his feet.

"You've brought her the only medicine that'll do her any good," said the
doctor, giving the baby a gentle dig under the ribs as he picked up his
saddle-bags.

Lynn Taps made a hasty escape, and reached the saloon, which had been
hurriedly opened as the crowd was heard approaching.