"Is she good on the jump?" inquired Crockett.
"She runs very swiftly," said the lover, "and you may be sure that dog will make her do her best."
"It strikes me that them varmints are tryin' to take prisoners, instead of raisin' the ha'r of the settlers through these parts."
"That's it," was the reply, uttered on the run.
Such indeed seemed to be the case, when the past actions of the Comanches were considered, for, it can be seen that more than once they had it in their power to pick off the whites by deathly shot from the wood, but had refrained, and resorted to strategy to secure them.
Hans Bungslager had been "operated" upon in this way, and had only escaped through a providential gleam of prudence that flashed through his brain at the right moment.
The trail followed by the Texan and Tennesseean, for a long distance, went straight forward into the woods, as though aiming at no particular point, but seeking to get as far away from pursuit as was possible.
They were still following hard after the abductor, when they crossed the path leading to Brownston, and over which they had passed a few hours before.
They paused an instant, looking to the right and left, but nothing was to be seen, and the trail of the flying Indian was seen to cross the path at right-angles.
"That is encouraging," exclaimed Sebastian.