"What makes you shrug your shoulders so, captain?"
"I don't know. There's a curious smarting."
"I should say there was! Why, you're wearing an arrow-head, man!"
So he was. When he had wrenched free from the wagon-sheet cover he had taken an arrow-head with him. It had to be cut out.
They both got well. Twenty-two arrows were found in the wagon box; the whole vehicle was a sight! As for the plucky little mules, they never amounted to much for service, after that, but they managed to hobble around in their pasture and enjoy their reward as veterans, on a pension of the best grass and water.
[[1]] See "Boys' Book of Indian Warriors."