Beadle's Dime Novels No. 231: The Texan Trailer — page 15: what you’re looking at

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PRECIOUS MOMENTS LOST. 25 was at no great distance, and he intended to procure him be- fore setting out for the village. But she declined. None of the party were more able to walk than she, ‘and in the labyrinths of the woods, she had more confidence in her own limbs than in those of any quad- ruped or biped. It was agreed that Crockett should go after his mustang, and tien follow a bridle-path that he could easily find, which - struck the creek about a mile below the cabin of Bungslager, -. ~and there await the coming of his friends. At the same time Sebustian was to descend the river some distance below, to see whether any thing more could be discovered regarding the Comanches, and then was to return to the point mentioned, where it was believed that all would rendezvous at the end of a couple of hours. With this understanding the parties separated—Crockett taking the trail made by the bear, while he was pursuing it, as the speediest way of reaching’ the point where he had left his mustang tied. Sebastian located the bridie-path with such exactness that he was certain of finding it without any delay. The Texan, with his heavy rifle slung over his shoulder, strode off in an eastern direction, following the course of the creek. As he looked up to the sky, and saw how near the sun was setting, a shade of anxiety crossed his face. He felt that they had lingered too long in the cabin, after the danger = became known. It was now impossible to get fairly started for Brownston, before night was closing in, and the probabil- ities were that the place would not be reached before daylight. These hours of darkness would be hours of the greatest peril to bis friends. He had no doubt that the vigilant, fero- cious Comanches would be between them and the village be- fore the night was half gone. Such a large party could hardly hope to make their way through the lines without discovery—especially with the blundering Hans Bungyslager, . who seemed incapable of comprehending the grave character of ~ the danger that menaced them. “Tam afraid we shall see the worst kind of trouble, be- fore many hours come and go!” muttered the Fema we strode thoughtfully through the forest. comichookszcom,