with them, having the horror
of their race against any falling into the hands of their enemies. It
was more than likely that when the sun rose not a body would be anywhere
in sight. Even the warrior who had run him so hard, only to succumb to
the rifle of Ballyhoo Gleeson, would not be forgotten by his former
comrades.

Advancing with the utmost caution, he heard a rustling in the bush in
front. Quite sure that it was caused by his enemies, he stood a minute
or two listening, uncertain whether to advance or withdraw. But he found
the parties were receding, and he ventured to steal forward in order to
gain a closer sight of them.

A short walk took him to the edge of the mesquite, where the additional
light offered a partial view of a strange scene.

Two able-bodied warriors were supporting a third between them. The
wounded one was able to walk slowly with help, but it was apparent that
he was badly hurt, for he leaned heavily upon his support, who stopped
at intervals to give him rest.

Finally the party halted, and one of them emitted a tremulous but sharp
whistle. The signal was for a couple of their own horses, which loomed
to sight in the gloom, as they advanced in obedience to the command.

Fearful of being discovered, if he left the bush, Avon kept in the
shadow and watched the party. His view was indistinct, but it was easy
to see that the two warriors were lifting their wounded companion upon
the back of one of the mustangs. When this was done a Comanche took his
seat behind him, so as to hold him in place by passing an arm around his
waist. Those people had no need of saddles, their accoutrement
consisting of the single thong fastened around the head of the animal,
and by which he could be guided at the will of his master. Indeed, many
of the Comanches ride without any such aid at all, their intelligent
animals being obedient to their voices, and seeming to comprehend their
wishes as if by intuition.

Soon after the mustangs and their riders faded from view in the gloom,
the horses on a moderate walk. They would have proven easy victims to a
couple of the cattlemen, had they appeared at this moment, but, much as
the fiery ranchmen despised and hated this tribe, it may be doubted
whether there was one of their number who would have taken advantage of
such an opportunity.

The Texans were ready to fight at all times, but there is a chivalry in
their composition which prevents their taking an unfair advant