"And you think the chances are against our escape?"
"Decidedly so; indeed, I see no prospect at all. I would rather fight fifty Mexicans than a half-dozen of these Comanches. They are so nimble, that it is the hardest thing in the world to hit one of them, and they know how to strike out for themselves, and have got ten times the courage of a greaser."
"And have they no mercy?"
"Mercy! I should like to see a red-skin with such a thing as mercy. I have never come across one as yet. I am only sorry that I didn't pitch into those two fellows, and then take to the woods with you, before the others came up; but, as it is, we must fight it out to the bitter end with them."
Katrina started.
"Oh, I have thought of something!" she exclaimed, in an eager and glad voice.
"What is it?"
"I think I see a way of escape."
Her tones and manner showed that she was in earnest, and a slight flutter of hope came to her lover at the thought.