The Trials of a Hero

I was positive now that the trailers were apaches, and that they wished to capture Powell alive for the fiendish pleasure of the torture. I urged my horse onward at a dangerous pace, hoping against Hoe that I would catch up with them before they attacked him. The sight which met my eyes filled me with consternation and dismay. There were probably half a thousand warriors clustered around some object near the center of the camp. Their attention was so wholly riveted to this point of interest that they did not notice me until many hours later. My mind is evidently so constituted that I have been consciously forced into the path of duty without recourse to some mental processes. But I have never regretted