Beadle's Dime Novels No. 231: The Texan Trailer — page 24: what you’re looking at

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THE TEXAN TRAILER. and occasionally giving birth to frightful grotesque figures, _ that to a man’s excited imagination would be apt to assume ‘Sthe form of reality. But Colonel Crockett had been through too many trying scenes to be frightened by shadows. He dreaded not them— but he did dread the Comanches, that certainly could be at no great distance, and through whose lines it would be very dif- ficult to pass in order to reach the village. Had his own convictions been acted upon, the whites would not have attempted to make the settlement at all. In the _. dense woods which surrounded the cabin, there were any num- > ber of places where tlily could have concealed themselves, and ~ waited until the danger had passed ; but others had the right ost upon their ceurse of action, and his generous nature would not pérmit him to forsake. them so long as they were in peril The two horses walked silently through the wood, the only sound being the faint clamp of their feet, and the rustling of the shrubbery against the baggage of Hans Bungslager. Oc- casionally he spoke to Crockett, but not often, as the Dutch- man, reckless as he was, could not fail to see that it was no - time for conversation. So they progressed for a mile or so, when Crockett suddenly heard a furious gasping. “Whoa! doonder and blitzen! whoa.” Checking his own horse and turning his head, he could ses that Hans was in trouble. His obedient animal had instant!y stopped upon being appealed to, but he yee still in diffi- culty. “ What is it ?” inquired the colonel. “Doonder! dish limb has cotch my nose under de shin, and I can’t gets my neck loose. Back!’ he commanded to his horse, that, moving back a step or two, enabled him to free himself from the snare into which he had is head. “Can I help you any ?” asked the h ho was not ey certain whether he was still in trouble or: “Yaw; you can help me as never vas.” “ How ?" asked Crockett, springing from his mustang, and ° “ You goes pack to de capin, and up stairs in my room, Ta ‘ Comicbooks:com