“It’s locoed,” said Abe to the man with him.
Immediately this man called to his companion, saying:
“Let the beast alone. The kid says it’s locoed, and ef that’s so, I reckon it’s no good to anybody.”
“Never see no locoed horse feed nateral like this one was,” returned the other. “I opines the critter is just ugly, that’s all.”
But, suddenly uttering snorts and squeals, the horse went dashing off into the distance, as if pursued by some frightful thing. Nor did it stop until it had disappeared far, far away.
CHAPTER XXI—THE LOTTERY OF DEATH.
CHAPTER XXI.
THE LOTTERY OF DEATH.
Men were lying about on the ground, sleeping where they had dropped. Picketed horses were grazing at a little distance. The most of the men slept heavily, but one or two routed up as the guards brought the boy and girl and the captured horse to the bivouac.