Suddenly lights gleamed just ahead. As well as Barney could determine they were torches.
A chill struck the brave Celt.
What did it mean?
Were there more of the foe in front? If so, they were literally hemmed in.
This would mean a serious matter, and the Celt’s grip tightened on the handle of the brake.
“Bejabers, I wondher phwativer it is?” he muttered.
Certainly there was a band of men in front of them.
The glare of torches could be seen, and the dim outlines of horses and men in the gloom.
Barney saw no way to turn out.
To come to a stop would have been to allow the Comanches to descend upon the Horse.