"Where's Henri?--oh, here he comes!" exclaimed
Dick, as the hunter referred to came thundering up
the slope at a charge, on a horse that resembled its
rider in size and not a little in clumsiness of appearance.
"Ah! mes boy. Him is a goot one to go," cried
Henri, remarking Dick's smile as he pulled up. "No
hoss on de plain can beat dis one, surement."
"Now then, Henri, lend a hand to fix this pack; we've
no time to palaver."
By this time they were joined by several of the