“True; I observed that.”
“Now, master, I have seen a cavallada stampeded by the Comanches more than once—they were always mounted.”
“What signifies that? These are Wacoes, not Comanches.”
“True, master; but I have heard that the Wacoes, like the Comanches, are true Horse-Indians, and never go afoot on any business.”
“That is indeed so,” replied the cibolero in a reflective mood. “Something strange, I confess.”
“But, master,” continued the half-blood, “did you notice nothing else strange during the stampede?”
“No,” answered Carlos; “I was so annoyed—so put out by the loss—I scarce noticed anything. What else, Antonio?”
“Why, in the midst of these yellings, did you not hear a shrill whoop now and then—a whistle?”
“Ha! did you hear that?”
“More than once—distinctly.”