CHAPTER IV.
A DESPERATE VENTURE.
The family of Texans were not the ones to indulge in sentimentality or useless speculations when action was demanded. The first feeling of amazement following Avon’s announcement of his resolution quickly passed, but his uncle deemed it his duty to impress upon him the desperate nature of his scheme.
“I don’t see one chance in twenty of your succeeding,” said he.
“And if I stay what are the chances for us all?”
“Possibly one in a hundred.”
“Then I shall go,” he quietly replied, compressing his lips as his fine eyes kindled.
“There is hope, if you can reach the bush, but the rub will be to do that.”
“They grow close to the house, and the 29 Comanches will not be looking for any attempt of that kind.”
“Is it not best to wait until later?” asked Mrs. Shirril.