The Quest of the Four: A Story of the Comanches and Buena VistaAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Quest of the Four: A Story of the Comanches and Buena Vista
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Comanche Indians -- Fiction; Western stories
He advanced boldly into the plain, bent very low, stopping at times to
look and listen, and, also, to rest himself. More than once he lay flat
upon the ground and allowed his muscles to relax. Once he saw upon his
right two Indian warriors standing upon a knoll. They were a part of
the night guard, and their figures were outlined duskily against the
dusky sky. Their faces were not disclosed. But Phil knew that they
were watching--watching with all the effectiveness of eye and ear for
which the Indian is famous. At this point he crawled, and, in his
crawling, he was so nearly flat upon his stomach that his advance was
more like a serpent’s than that of anything else.
He left the patrol behind, and then he saw another on his left, and much
nearer to him, two more warriors, who did not occupy any knoll, but who
merely walked back and forth on the flat plain. They were between him
and the great fire, and he saw them very distinctly, tall men of light
copper color, with high cheek-bones and long black hair. Both were
armed with rifles, of which the Comanches were beginning to obtain a
supply, and their faces in the glow of the firelight seemed very savage
and very cruel to Phil. Now he flattened himself out entirely, and
moved forward in a slow series of writhings, until he had passed them.
There was an icy rim around his heart until he left these two behind,
but when they were gone in the darkness his courage leaped up anew.
He now reached the eastern end of the village and crept among the
lodges. They were all deserted. Their occupants had gone to witness
the ceremony that was now at hand, whatever it might be. Not a woman,
not a child was left. Phil stood up straight, and it was an immense
relief to him to do so. It was a relief to the spirit as well as the
body. He felt like a human being again, and not some creeping animal, a
human being who stands upon his two feet, a human being who has a brain
with which he thinks before he acts. It was strange, but this mere
physical change gave him a further supply of courage and hope, as if he
had already achieved his victory.
He passed between two lodges and saw a gleam beyond. It was the surface
of the wide but shallow creek, showing through the dusk. The banks were
five or six feet high, and there was a broad bed of sand extending on
either side of the water.
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