Beadle's Dime Novels No. 231: The Texan Trailer — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Mees — = = - —* -7 - ~ 42 THER TEXAN TRATEER. -* The thought that possibly there might be some of the In-. dians here caused him suddenly to check his steps and spring ‘back to the cover of the wood, where he stood for several minutes carefully scrutinizing the building and listening. All was still, and satisfied that none of the Comanches had yet reached the spot, he advanced boldly, and, drawing the latch-string, entered. All was dark and quiet within, and he called the name of his beloved several times without receiving any response. — “ She has not returned from looking after the cow,” he con-' cluded, as he came out of the building again, and looked anx- iously around, uncertain what way to turn. = The thought that possibly danger threatened the wing caused him ty leave the cabin, and, passing across the-elearing, ~ ~take shelter in the shadow of the wood, where he could watch | -being watched in return. | ; He recollected that a cow of Hans Bungslager generally wore a bell, the better to indicate her whereabouts in the woods, and he listened in the hope of detecting that. Once or twice he fancied he heard the tinkle, tink/e, but it was so faint that he could not locate it, nor make certain that he was not mistaken. In the mean time he was growing more anxious. Time ‘as of the utmost importance to hin; there was litile doubt his mind but that all these exposed houses of the settlers ‘d be visited by the Comanches, who moved with wonder- ful celerity, and struck blows as quick and powerful as they were merciless. — “ Surely she will return to the building,” he concluded, re- ferring to Katrina, “ and finding her uncle gone, will hurry on after him. Then what could have caused her delay ?”’ He was in this distressing anxiety when he started es he saw a couple.of figures advance from the woo, at no great distance from where he was standing, and start directly across the clearing toward the house, A second glance only was needed for him to identify them as Indians—Comancles who had left their mustangs some- where near at band, and were paying this visit to the cabin. The Texan watched them as eagerly as a cat watches a— mouse, and at the same time he was Giied-with.. the ‘gravest: COMmmicooks.conm