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30 THE TEXAN ‘TRAILER. He continued riding forward, his horse on a moderate walk, until in the moonlight he caught the glimmer of water abead, and he knew that he was drawing near the rendezvous, Feeling it his duty to be suspicious on all occasions, he dismounted again, and fastening his horse beside the path, crept stealthi!y forward and looked about him. The creek was broad and ceep, but he saw no person or boat visible. Where was Sebastian? was the question he asked him- self, as he looked furtively about. “ Can it be that those two Comanches have slain him, and his dead body is somewhere at hand Y” He stood irresolute a moment, debating whether to begin ' the search or not, when a low, cautiously-uttered whistle reached his ear. Suspecting that it was a signal from some Indian to another, he stepped further back in the shadow, and cocked his rifle, determined to shoot the first red-skin that showed himself. The whistle was repeated, and finally Crockett ventured to answer it. He had scarcely done so when a figure appeared in the path before him whom he at once recognized as Sebastian, the Texan. The two met and clasped hands in the moonlight like old friends, “ Where are they?’ was the first whispered question of ‘Crockett. “1 do not know ; I have seen and beard nothing of them since I left there this afternoon.” “ How long have you been here ?” “Over an hour. What kept you?” The hunter gave a concise account of what I have already made known to my readers, and then asked him his experi- ence, “T reached here as quick as I could, after leaving you,” replied the young Texan, “ but the boat I expected to find here was gone, so I went down the creek about a mile, where I found it caught in some bushes.” ™ How did it get there ?” “Tt must have got loose and drifted down there ; I remem- 3 ber the prow only rested against the bank, and it might have _ done it very easily.” Tete we || ae! be Conmmicloooks.comnn