“Yes,” grunted Serge. “I thought we were going to be upset over and over again. Feel a bit frightened, boy?”
“Frightened?” said Marcus, looking wonderingly at his companion. “No! I liked it. Why, it was glorious to rush over the plain like that.”
“Wouldn’t have been very glorious if one wheel had come bump against a stone, flown all to pieces, and we two had gone flying one way and the chariot the other.”
“No,” said Marcus, laughing; “but that wheel did not, and we are all as right as can be, with the enemy left behind.”
“Yes, that’s all very true, boy,” said Serge, who was pressing his helmet a little farther back and holding it there so that he could get a good uninterrupted look all round.
“You didn’t like it, then?” said Marcus, smiling at his companion’s perplexed expression.
“Course I didn’t,” growled Serge.
“Lupe did. Just look at him. He has curled himself up to go to sleep. That’s a good sign, isn’t it, that he is not badly hurt?”
“Yes, he’s not going to be bad,” said Serge, without so much as a glance at the sleeping animal. “Dogs always do curl up when they are hurt;” and he kept on staring anxiously ahead.
“What are you looking for, Serge? More enemies?” asked Marcus.