“Down all,” warned old Dolph. “There’s quite a party of them; and they have rifles as well as bows.”
“What do you think they are, Dolph?” asked Crockett, coolly, looking to his rifle.
“Comanches,” replied the Texan. “I can tell by their head-dress.”
There came a rattle of rifle shots and a cloud of arrows; and the boys saw a line of savage horsemen lift out of the long dry grass and come dashing toward the grove.
CHAPTER X
ATTACKED BY COMANCHES
There were four men in the party in the grove beside Crockett and Dolph. The two lads made up eight in all.
“Hold your fire,” cautioned Davy Crockett. “Don’t waste any of it, boys; because we’ve got our work cut out for us.”
There were at least twoscore of the savages dashing down upon the grove upon the backs of their hardy mustangs. Crockett had no idea of the marksmanship of his companions. Eight rifles in the hands of men who knew how to use them would work deadly havoc among the oncoming Indians; but if it should prove that the men were not skilled with the weapon, things would not be so well.
But the backwoodsman set his teeth.
“It won’t be long before I know,” said he, grimly.