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WHA SHALL WE DOT 65 wood, resumed -their “seats, and awaited the coming of the About an hour had passed, and they were beginning to feel some solicitude for the safety of the Texan himself, when he reappeared as silently as an Indian hunter. - But he was alone. “ Have you lewrned nothing of him?” inquired the trem- bling Katrina, hastening to her lover. “ Nothing xt all,” was the reply, as he took her two hands, ond kissed her face. “I went back for nearly a mile, and called to him a dozen times, but heard and saw nothing at all that could give me the least clue to his disappearance.” ~—-.. Phe poor girl covered her face and gave a wail of de- spair. “ Did you see nothing of the varmints ?” inquired Crockett. “No; I hardly know what to make of it; 1 am quite puzzled at the turn affairs have taken.” So were they all, and the question remained : 6 “ What shall we do ?” _ CHAPTER XIII. BY THE CREEK. ~.... ‘Tue general opinion among the whites was that nothing : was to be gained by pushing on toward Brownston, at the present time. | - They were now within a few miles of the village, and were pretty well satisfied that they would have to run a regular gan let to pass the Comanches. Such a proceeding was not to be thought of so lotig as it could be avoided. “Tt won’t do to turn back, nor to_go forward, nor to stay here,” remarked the young man, after quite a lengthy dis- cussion. : “Isn't there some place, further in the woods,” asked Crockett,“ where the varmints ain't likely to look for us?” = ‘They were silent a few minutes, and then Katrina suddenly = comicbooks.com — - —: mee s ‘ . = — Ee