He left the second horse there and hid himself around the corner of the hushun.

The spokesman went out of the gate and, seeing his horse over on the other side of the enclosure, slung his rifle across his back and started for his mount.

He had gone about half way when the stranger behind the corner of the fence suddenly galloped out and in a flash literally swung the man clear from the ground up across the pommel of his saddle, where we saw him tie the mouth of the semi-strangled Chinese with a cloth and dash off with him toward the west away from the town.
"Who do you suppose he is ?" I asked of my friend, who answered up at once: "It must be Tushegoun Lama.

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