At this moment one of the horses sprang ahead of
the others and made for the mountain, with its mane
and tail flying wildly in the breeze.
"Marrow-bones and buttons!" shouted one of the
men, "there goes Dick Varley's horse."
"So it am!" cried Henri, and dashed off in pursuit,
followed by Joe and two others.
"Why, these are our own horses," said Cameron in
surprise, as they drove them into a corner of the hills
from which they could not escape.