“Heavens! it isn’t possible?” I exclaimed, catching my breath.
“It’s so; I seed ’em, and thar eyes are on us this minute. They’re waitin’ for us to go on, an’ they’ll give us thunder and lightnin’.”
“What’s to be done?” queried Nat.
“Jes’ keep still, an’ don’t kick up, or they’ll see it. We’ve got to make a run for it. Keep close to me, and when I start, let your horses went.”
“But the meat?” I hurriedly asked.
“Can’t take it. We have a long run, an’ our horses won’t want to carry no extra load. I didn’t see thar animals, but I guess they ain’t mounted. Ready!”
With this, Biddon wheeled his horse quickly around, and vanished from his place with the speed of lightning, while ours almost simultaneously shot ahead like an arrow. An instant after, I heard the faint discharge of guns, and, looking back, saw a host of savage forms pouring hastily from the timber.
“Looking back saw a host of savage forms.”
“No need of hurrying. They are not mounted,” I called out to Nat, who has hurrying his horse to the utmost.