“That’s right enough, and that’s where the wild sheep and goats are just as they always have been, perfectly undisturbed. Thousands—perhaps millions, without counting the goats and yaks, which look as if they were a vain brood of beast who try to grow tails like a horse.”
“I suppose you’re correct, Drummond,” said Bracy.
“Of course I am; and if we shoot down all the sheep near at hand one month, more will come down from the north next month.”
“Just the same as when you catch a big trout out of a hole at home, another is sure to come within a day or two to take his empty house.”
“Why, they do up here, and the little seer in the river too,” cried Drummond. “I say, I wish this was a bigger and deeper stream, so that it held the big forty and fifty pound fish.”
“Quite deep and swift enough for us,” said Bracy merrily.
“Ah, yes,” said Drummond slowly; “I haven’t forgotten our going for that nice long walk.”
“No,” said Roberts; “that was a close shave for all of us. How many more times are we going to run the gauntlet and not get hit?”
“Hundreds, I hope,” replied Drummond; and Bracy, who was very quiet, thought, by no means for the first time, of his escapes, and of how it would be at home if a letter reached them some day reporting that one of the lieutenants had been checked once for all in his career.