Another Indian might be armed with a rifle, and Crockett, self-confident as he was, could not pretend to be wiser in woodcraft than were the savages.
Crockett dismounted, took up the body of the deer, laid it upon the mane of his horse, in front of the saddle, and remounting, with increasing vigilance made his way, as rapidly as he could, to the trail along which the army was advancing.

He confesses to some qualms of conscience as to the right of one hunter thus to steal away the game killed by another.
It was late in the afternoon when he reached the rear.

He pressed along to overtake his own company.

The soldiers looked wistfully at the venison.

They offered him almost any price for it.