"What shall we do?"
CHAPTER XIII.
BY THE CREEK.
The general opinion among the whites was that nothing was to be gained by pushing on toward Brownston, at the present time.
They were now within a few miles of the village, and were pretty well satisfied that they would have to run a regular gantlet to pass the Comanches. Such a proceeding was not to be thought of so long as it could be avoided.
"It won't do to turn back, nor to go forward, nor to stay here," remarked the young man, after quite a lengthy discussion.
"Isn't there some place, further in the woods," asked Crockett, "where the varmints ain't likely to look for us?"
They were silent a few minutes, and then Katrina suddenly spoke:
"Do you remember that cavern, Sebastian, where we once halted when we went fishing in the canoe?"
"The very spot," exclaimed the Texan, "and we can't be far from it. We will leave our horses here and go to it."
"But tell me," she added, in a low voice, intended for his ears only, "what about Uncle Hans? Is he to be left to perish?"