"Horses," said Dave, straining his gaze at a kind of corral, inside of which half a dozen animals were tethered.
"They don't look United States like," observed Daley.
"No; they are called dadons. They are very rare here, Stoodles told me. I never saw but one before."
"Suppose----" began Daley, descending to the ground. Then suddenly he exclaimed: "They're after us!"
From the nearest bushes some darts cut the air as the two refugees reached the ground. The next moment, showing that they had been aware of their movements all along and were awaiting just this opportunity to attack them, the four weapon-makers burst into view.
"Run for it!" shouted Daley.
"This way," directed Dave, dashing towards the corral. "Out with your knife, Mr. Daley. Cut the tether of one of those dadons. I'll do the same. We may escape those natives yet."
CHAPTER XXVIII
A WILD RIDE
"All aboard, mate!" shouted Daley.