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74 yo eee, Bo ; Re ee S| ga THE TEXAN TRAILER. lieve that Crockett was their own comrade frolicking about the camp, they would not be apt to bestow much .itention upon him. Still, as it was certain that the trick would be discovered sooner or later, it was all-important that they should have the darkness of night in which to work. Accordingly the two withdrew to a safe distance, and the Texan went on a little foraging expedition of his own, man- aging to secure enough food for preseut purposes, One or two of the Comanches was constantly going and coming, and they kept the Indians under surveillarce, Katrina was furnished with fvod, but the camp was not broken and it was evident they intended to spend the night where they were, Jute in the afternoon the ‘“ Comanche Bear”. walked into camp, carrying his hide thrown over his shoulder. He re- mained for au hour or two and then departed, and, as it was now fully dark, Crockett. prepared to venture upon his dan- ‘ gerous experiment. _ Young Carsfield approached as near the camp as prudent, and then Crockett went sidling and galloping toward _ it, approaching gradually, and yet concealing his identity as much as possible, When he came within the circle of light, all five of the Indians ‘looked at him, and then paid no further. heed, evi- dently believing it to be their comrade, practicing to improve himself. Nearer and nearer he approached the spot where Kairie wot was sitting, she looking at him with a look of terror, as if _ Uncertain whether he was watching her or not. This was what Crockett wished, and he managed, unscen by the In- dians, to give her a sign which put her on her guard. One of the Comanches looked suspiciously at him, but he advanced until he was within a few feet of Katrina, when he called out to her in a husky whisper : : - “ Now run, right by me!” ‘Having no thought of any such thing, her captors bad not _ bound her, and the girl darted off like a deer, leaping di- rectly by Crockett, who imemdiately fo!lowed hard after her. It looked as if she had started in affright at the approach of the bear, and all ought to have gone well, had not the genuine * Comicbookscom — -_— = i ao es :