Pulp Fiction, 1871 · page 50 of 54
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80 whites by deathly shot from the wood, but had refrained, and resorted to strategy to seeure them. Hans Bungslager had been “ operated ” upon in this way, and had only escaped through’a providential gleam of prudence that flashed through his brain at the right moment. The trail followed by the Texan and Tennesseean, for a long distance, went straight forward into the woods, as thongh aiming at no particular point, but seeking to get as far away from pursuit’as was possible. : They were still following hard after the abductor, when they crossed the path leading to Brownston, and over which they had passed a few hours before, They paused an instant, coking to the right and left, but = nothing was to be seen, ‘and the trail of the flying Indian was geen to cross the prth at right-angles. “ That is encouraging,” excluimed Sebastian. “Why ?” asked his.companion. “Tt looks as if he were going it alone, instead of hunting up: his companions.” « ¥ “Don’t be sartin of that. He ain’t an Injin, if he don’t : know what place his nose is p’intin’ at, and he'll find some other scamps afore long to help him.” Crockett proved right in this instance, for they had gone but a short distance farther, when they came in sight of the camp-fire. Their skill in trail-liunting was not sufficient for them to make certain of the time that had elapsed since the passing of the Comanche and his prize; but they knew they could not be very far behind the scamp, and they kept their eyes on the look-out that they did not run blindly into any : danger. ; So they detected the faint curling smoke on the bank of a @ stall stream in time to prevent exposing wes and they made a careful reconnoissance. Four Comanche Indians were seated sircétia a small fire, every one smoking. The smell of cooking food was in the Ps air, showing that they had finished a good breakfast. Around them were scattered the contents of several feather-beds, linen, calico and clothing, attesting very plainly that they had “ gone through ” somebody's establishment in a most effective manner. THE TEXAN TRATLER. > . =f cComichookszcom > = ~~