It must have been about noon when Red Wolf came riding back with a hand lifted in warning.
"What is it?" asked Bowie.
"Ugh!" he said. "Great Bear in bushes. Heap Comanche. Big Knife heap snake."
He wheeled his mustang to the right and they followed him.
"It's awful!" exclaimed Cheyne. "Colonel, the Comanches have joined the Mexicans. What about the Lipans?"
"Fighting the Comanches," responded Bowie. "The trouble is that they seem to be expecting us. If we can ride around 'em, though, we'll get in."
"All right," said Jim, "but things are looking a little squally. I'd like to give 'em a shot or two."
"Not a shot if we can help it," said Bowie. "Wait till I show you something. It's only a short ride now."
It was much longer because of the detour, and Red Wolf was now once more out of sight.
"What's that?" exclaimed Bowie. "What on earth made him whoop? They've got him! Gallop, men! Save him if we can!"