"From what p'int are they coming?" asked Crockett, who had the sense to perceive that this was a serious peril that threatened the Dutchman and his niece.
"From the north-east," replied Sebastian, turning toward Crockett, who had risen to his feet.
"How do you know that they intend attacking the village?"
The young man looked at the hunter a moment without replying.
"I suppose you are a stranger in these parts, for if you wasn't, you would know that Brownston has been attacked several times before, although never by such a large force as now threatens it. A good many of our men are off in the Texan war, and a good many more are going; but, we've had so many of these raids by the Comanches, that we've got used to them. We're better prepared than we used to be."
"Do you think the village is in danger itself?"
"No," was the prompt reply. "As we have been warned, I do not see as there is any danger at all."
"Then if we can get there, we shall be safe?"
"Undoubtedly."
"It is about a dozen miles away," added Crockett, in a voice which showed he was considerably relieved; "it ain't likely that the red-skins will be there before night."