. The missing pocket-book; or Tom Mason's luck . A RAID BY THE COMANCIIKS. 309 pulled my horse about and took the backtrail with long jumps, but before my horsehad made half a dozen leaps I saw that Iwas captured. Three Indians came ridingout of the ravine on my left, and scarcelyhad they been discovered, when three orfour more came from the ravine on my was I to do ? I had heard that whena white man was surrounded by Indians, ifhe would raise his gun in the act of shooting,every Indian would at once get behind hishorse. I dont know why that came into mymind, but I tried it then and
. The missing pocket-book; or Tom Mason's luck . A RAID BY THE COMANCIIKS. 309 pulled my horse about and took the backtrail with long jumps, but before my horsehad made half a dozen leaps I saw that Iwas captured. Three Indians came ridingout of the ravine on my left, and scarcelyhad they been discovered, when three orfour more came from the ravine on my was I to do ? I had heard that whena white man was surrounded by Indians, ifhe would raise his gun in the act of shooting,every Indian would at once get behind hishorse. I dont know why that came into mymind, but I tried it then and there, and inan instant two of the Indians were out ofsight. They had gone down on the otherside of their horses, so that I had nothingbut a leg and a small portion of the head toshoot at. The third Indian, however, re-tained his upright position, and, holding uphis bare hand to me, shouted : Dont shoot! Were friends. You can imagine what my feelings wereas I sat there and listened to those were my friends, and yet Sam Noblehad been
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