Now, during a number of minutes, all the chaparral was still, for even the wild creatures were hiding and the human beings talked by motions and not by spoken words. Not one of the latter, on either side, could as yet shape for himself a trustworthy idea concerning the numbers or the precise locality of his enemies. All had dismounted, however, and the hard-ridden horses had a chance to recover their wind. No less than seven of them, that had been very good Comanche ponies that morning, had now changed their tribe and had become Lipans, whether they would or not. CHAPTER V. AMONG THE BUSHES. The Texan rangers had arrived just in time to see the finish of a very fine race. They had not actually seen Red Wolf win it, but they were in no doubt as to why his pursuers made such a frantic dash into the chaparral. "Not after the Comanches!" shouted Bowie. "Into the cover and find the Lipans! Charge!" They went in at a point that was nearer than were Great Bear and his braves, to the spot where the Lipans worked their unintentional ambush. They heard all that whooping, and the stillness which followed it did not puzzle old Indian fighters. "There's been a sharp brush." "Those were scalp-whoops." "We're in for it, boys. Shoot quick if you've got to, but hold your fire to the last minute. There are none too many of us." Those were their orders, but there was no shooting to be done right away. Hardly had Bowie pulled in, calling a halt, in some doubt as to which path, if any, it was best for him to follow, before a sorrel mustang came out in an opening before him, somewhat as if he had been dropped like an acorn from one of the scrub oaks. "Red Wolf!" exclaimed Bowie. "Where is Castro?" "Big Knife, come!" replied Red Wolf, pointing rapidly. "Castro there. Great Bear there. Heap Comanches. Young chief take hair! Ugh!" He was holding up, with intense pride, his proof that he had been a victor in a single-handed fight. To the mind of any man of Bowie's experience it was entirely correct, and he said so. "All right," he told his young friend. "Go ahead. Be a chief some day. Now I must see your father short order. Go ahead." It was but a few minutes after that that the Lipan chief and Big Knife were shaking hands, but their questions and answers were few. "Glad I got here before things were any worse," said Bowie. "I can make Great Bear pretend to give it up as soon as he knows I'm here." "Ugh!" replied Castro. "Great Bear heap lie. Say go home. Then kill horse to catch Lipan." "Just so," said Bowie. "Of course he will. Chief, hear old friend. Do as I say." "Ugh!" came back assentingly. "Big Knife talk. Chief hear." "I'll keep him back while you get a good start," said Bowie. "But do you and your braves ride for the Rio Grande. Ride fast. Get back to your lodges by that way. I'll follow to-morrow with a squad."