"We won't go in that direction jest yit," said Jim Cheyne. "We'd better ride clean across the continent."
"Halt!" sprang from the lips of Colonel Bowie. "Here he comes! My God, boys! What's happened?"
Not with his usual swiftly gliding step, but staggering and panting as if in pain, the old Tlascalan appeared at a little distance ahead of them. He was alone, and he motioned to them to stay where they were.
"Find Comanche," suggested Red Wolf.
Bowie was silent, but when the old man drew near enough he asked,—
"Did you sight the Lipans?"
"All gone!" gasped Tetzcatl.
"Castro?"
"Gone!" came faintly back. "Great Bear's whole band. My mule! We must push on! They are crossing the Rio!"
Bowie sprang to the ground and strode forward.