As he drew near the dwelling his feelings intensified, and all other thoughts went from him.
“I don’t see a sign of a living person,” he added, slowing the gait of his steed; “suppose the Comanches made a descent upon them in the night and managed to secure entrance––well, by gracious!”
CHAPTER XXV.
HEADING NORTHWARD.
Avon Burnet’s misgiving increased as he drew near the cabin of his uncle, for the unwonted stillness was impressive to the last degree. The only sign of life which caught his eye was the horse cropping the grass near the mesquite bush.
It seemed dangerous to do as he did, but in his anxiety he sprang to the ground and walked hastily to the front of the dwelling. Observing the latch-string out, he gave it a sharp twitch and the door swung open.
Dinah confronted him with a look of surprise, and just beyond her, he saw his aunt preparing the morning meal.
“Why, Avon, you are frightened,” said she with a smile.