The latter only think of rescuing their dear ones, while the former are stirred by soldier pride and the instinctive antagonism which a Texan Ranger feels for a Tenawa.

Many of them have old scores to settle with the Horned Lizard, and more than one longs to send a bullet through his heart.
But, despite the general reckless impatience to proceed, there are some who counsel caution.

Chief among those is a man named Cully, a thin wiry sexagenarian, who looks as if he had been at least half a century upon the prairies.

All over buckskin, fitting tight to his body, without tag or tail, he is not one of the enrolled Rangers, though engaged to act as their guide.

In this capacity he exercises an influence over the pursuers almost equalling that of their leader, the Ranger captain, who, with a group gathered around, is now questioning the guide as to the next move to be made.
"They can't be very far off now," replies Cully, in answer to the captain's interrogatory.