"How did it get there?"
"It must have got loose and drifted down there; I remember the prow only rested against the bank, and it might have done it very easily."
"Have you seen any of the Comanches?"
"Not one," replied Sebastian.
"That's blamed queer," muttered Crockett; "there's a strange look about things that don't suit. What can keep Bungslager?"
"He may be in trouble—"
"Hello! there he comes!" interrupted Crockett, as he saw the pursy form of the Dutchman emerge from the wood, leading his horse that was heavily loaded with his domestic utensils and food.
The two men stood until he advanced to where they were, and then with a blanched face Sebastian asked the question:
"Where is Katrina?"
Hans Bungslager turned about and looked at the back of his horse a moment, as if in a maze of perplexity, and then exclaimed: