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THE CAVE RETREAT. — 67 likely to be visited by the Comanches, and in case it was, the occupants were capable of making a successful defense for some timé. They could not be injured by fire, and the means of appronch prevented any mass swarming into and . overwhelming them. Hunger and thirst were the only effectual agents that could be brought against them, and, under the circumstances, there was not much probability of these being employed. Accordingly, so far as they were concerned themselves, the three felt warranted in considering themselves perfectly safe. Then it remained for them to await the withdrawal of the Comanches, which it was pessible would occur within twenty- four hours. As the Texan had remarked, these Indians strike quick, sharp blows, and then vanish in time to avoid the recoil. They own the swiftest mustangs of the south, and are among the finest horsemen in the world. Their bravery is unquestioned, and the hunters of Texas, at any time, would rather fight a score of Mexicans than a half-dozen of these Comanches. The whites had scarcely reached their retreat, when they heard the sounds of guns in the direction of the village, prov- ing that fighting was going on there. The sound of guns was incessant, and now and then the well-known Comanche yells could be distinguished, proving that serious fighting was going on between them and the ~~... $ettlers, who ought to be safe, however, on their own ground. It was only an illustration of the reckless bravery of these red-men, who were not afraid to be the attacking party, when the odds were against them. The rattling fire lasted for full an hour, and then the shots became dropping and scattering and the fighting evidently as- sumed a more desultory charac'er. “As the three whites stood leaning against the wall of rocks behind them, and looking across the Moonlit creek into the gloomy woods beyond, they became awsre of a gradual light- ing up of the sky overhead, with a glare which they soon saw reflected upon the leaves before them. —- & Another fire!” exclaimed Sebastian, in an undertone, “Close by, too,” added Crockett. comichooks;com