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Publisher RareBooksClub.com
ISBN / ASIN 1130523667
ISBN-13 9781130523669
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1802 Excerpt: ...There was no member of the party who did not of course un lerstand at once, that Bill had led Castro and his Indians back to the place where he had shot Agatone's lieutenant, and lost sight of the man with the " red on his cloak," and that Castro had taken his trail, and followed with unerring skill to the very spot where the horse vas hitched. The Indian's expressive gesture and exclamation, " That him!" had settled the matter with regard to Davis--and no further questions would have been asked, but that every one was eager to hear whether any discovery had been made concerning Agatone. Leaving Davis tied and stretched upon the ground, on the inside of the picketing, the whole party climbed the blocks, and eagerly crowded around Castro, to hear his narrative. 1 '....' '.!: There was a degree of mystery about the escape of the Bandit Captain which intensely excited the curiosity of these men--Davis was securely enough hampered, and they felt no apprehensions with regard to him--for Antone was gone, and there was nobody in the house or yard. The Lipan warriors came galloping up; one after another, each like a faithful sleuth-hound closely following the trail. Amidst all the clamors of questions, shouts, and oaths, with which his ears were assailed by the impatient Rangers, Castro continued perfectly impassive. He sat quietly in his saddle watching the arrival of his warriors. Each one, as he came in, would gallop up to the chief, and, with low, quick utterance and rapid gestures, seemed to be making his report--what it was none of us but Hays could understand. Perceiving S& thiijkickl 'chitiftain' was 'hot; to be hurried. Mid-that nothing conclusive could be got out of him until his Braves had all ar-', rived, the Rangers became silen...
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