"I think so; very likely a bear," was the characteristic reply.
"'Sh! look!"
At that juncture the dark form of the creature was discerned in the bushes on the other side of the creek.
Crockett caught up his rifle, but the Texan interposed.
"Hold on a minute; do you think that is a bear?"
"I'm sartin of it."
"It looks like a bear," replied young Carsfield, the Texan, "but, my opinion is that it is a Comanche warrior!"
CHAPTER XIV.
HANS BUNGSLAGER.
I have spoken of the feeling, or rather conviction, that came over Hans Bungslager that some one or some thing was following him. This conviction became more settled, and when he dismounted on the edge of the clearing not a particle of doubt remained.
He walked forward where Katrina and Crockett were standing, and referred to the annoyance, and then something else coming into his head, he forgot all about it.