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"
Indians
!
"
was
the
exclamation
upon
every
lip
,
though
unheard
through
the
din
.
Nought
but
the
coming
of
Comanches
could
have
caused
such
a
commotion
--
threatening
to
result
in
a
stampede
of
the
troop
!
For
a
time
men
ran
shouting
over
the
little
lawn
,
or
stood
silent
with
scared
countenances
.
Most
having
secured
their
horses
,
cowered
behind
them
--
using
them
by
way
of
shield
against
the
chances
of
an
Indian
arrow
.
There
were
but
few
upon
the
ground
accustomed
to
such
prairie
escapades
;
and
the
fears
of
the
many
were
exaggerated
by
their
inexperience
to
the
extreme
of
terror
.
It
continued
,
till
their
steeds
,
all
caught
up
,
had
ceased
their
wild
whighering
;
and
only
one
was
heard
--
the
wretched
creature
that
had
given
them
the
cue
.
Then
was
discovered
the
true
cause
of
the
alarm
;
as
also
that
the
Connemara
man
had
stolen
off
.
Fortunate
for
Phelim
he
had
shown
the
good
sense
to
betake
himself
to
the
bushes
.
Only
by
concealment
had
he
saved
his
skin
:
for
his
life
was
now
worth
scarce
so
much
as
that
of
his
master
.
A
score
of
rifles
were
clutched
with
angry
energy
,
--
their
muzzles
brought
to
bear
upon
the
old
mare
.
But
before
any
of
them
could
be
discharged
,
a
man
standing
near
threw
his
lazo
around
her
neck
,
and
choked
her
into
silence
.
