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little more blood.
"Four or five days--he may die first," Sam said.
Shadrach looked across the desert, trying to get some sense of where the Comanches were, and how many they faced. He thought there were three on the mountain, and probably at least three somewhere on the plain.
He didn't think the same warrior killed both horses. He knew there could well be more Indians, though. A little spur of the mountain jutted out to the south, high enough to conceal a considerable party. If they were lucky, there were no more than seven or eight warriors--about the normal size for a Comanche raiding party. If there were many more than that, the Comanches would probably have overrun them when they were strung out in their race to the mountain. At that point they could have been easily divided and picked off.
"I doubt there's more than ten," Bigfoot said. "If there was a big bunch of them our horses would smell their horses--they'd be kicking up dust and snorting." "They don't need more than ten," Shadrach said. "That humpback's with 'em." Bigfoot didn't answer. He felt he could survive in the wilds as well as the next man, and there was no man he feared; but there were quite a few he respected enough to be cautious of, and Buffalo Hump was certainly one of those. He considered himself a superior plainsman; there wasn't much country between the Sabine and the Pecos that he didn't know well, and he had roved north as far as the Arkansas. He thought he knew country well, and yet he hadn't spotted the gully where Buffalo Hump hid his horse, before he killed Josh Corn. Nor had he ever seen, or expected to see, a man scalped while he was still alive, though he had heard of one or two incidents of men who had been scalped and lived to tell the tale. In the wilds there were always surprises, always things to learn that you didn't know.
Major Chevallie was nervously watching the scouts. He himself had a pounding headache, and a fever to boot. The army life disagreed with his constitution, and being harassed by Comanche Indians disagreed with it even more. Half his troop were either puking or walking unsteady on their feet, whether from fear or bad water he didn't know. While he was pondering his next move he saw Matilda walking back out into the sage bushes, as unconcerned as if she were walking a street in San Antonio.
"Here, Matilda, you can't just wander off-- we're not on a boulevard," he said.
"I'm going to get Josh," Matilda said.
"I don't intend to just leave him there, for the varmints to eat. If somebody will dig a grave while I'm gone I'll bring Josh back and put him in it." Before she had gone twenty yards the Indians appeared from behind the jutting spur of mountain. There were nine in all, and Buffalo Hump was in the lead.
Major Chevallie wished for his binoculars, but his binoculars were on the horse that had been killed.
Several of the Rangers raised their rifles when the Indians came in sight, but Bigfoot yelled at them to hold their fire.
"You couldn't hit the dern hill at that distance, much less the Indians," he said. "Besides, they're leaving." Sure enough the little group of Indians, led by Buffalo Hump, walked their horses slowly past the front of the Rangers' position. They were going east, but they were in no hurry. They rode slowly, in the direction of the Pecos. Matilda was more than one hundred yards from camp by that time, looking for Josh Corn's body, but she didn't look at the Indians and they didn't look at her.
Call and Gus stood together, watching. They had never before seen a party of Indians on the move.
Of course, in San Antonio there were a few town Indians, drunk most of the time. Now and then they saw an Indian of a different type, one who looked capable of wild behaviour.
But even those unruly ones were nothing like what Call and Gus were watching now: a party of fighting Comanches, riding at ease through the country that was theirs. These Comanches were different from any men either of the
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