Chapter Eight.
An awkward Accident.
“I sat!” cried Saxe, as the guide led on again, and the mule followed patiently enough.
“Yes, herr.”
“Suppose two goats were to meet here, what would they do!”
“One would lie down and the other jump over him.”
“But suppose it were two mules?”
“I don’t know, herr. One of them might make the other back all the way; but mules are stubborn, and I’m afraid that one would push the other off.”
“And what then?”
“He would swim for awhile, and then drown.”