“If the fellows are still before us, they deserve credit for the speed at which they must have been travelling,” observed the lieutenant.
“But, notwithstanding, we shall be up with them before dark,” I exclaimed. “See there!” and I pointed to a mark on the grass, which my quick eye had detected as that made by a single wheel.
The lieutenant, however, could not see it, and thought that my fancy was deceiving me.
Had we not been detained by the baggage-mules, we should, I was sure, have quickly overtaken the runaways. I must own, however, that I felt very little interest in their capture, for I considered them not worth their salt as soldiers,—a couple of “Uncle Sam’s” hard bargains,—but the lieutenant had no wish to be blamed for losing his men, should he arrive at the fort without his escort.
We had to call a halt twice in the day, to allow our animals to feed and drink, and to take some refreshment ourselves. Two or three times, as I looked round, I fancied that I saw some objects in the distance; it might have been Indians or deer, or perhaps even buffalo, although the latter seldom came so close to the mountains.
We, of course, kept our arms ready for any emergency; and as but few of the natives in those regions had at that time firearms, I knew that Indians would be very wary how they approached within range of our rifles.
The day was drawing to a close, and I was looking out for a convenient spot for camping, when I saw in the far distance ahead of us, and just on the summit of some rising ground, a couple of figures.
“Who can these be?” exclaimed the lieutenant, who saw them at the same time.
“Unless I am greatly mistaken, they are your two deserters, Klitz and Gillooly.”
We dragged on the unwilling mules, in the endeavour to overtake them; but I think the fellows must have seen us, for they moved forward at a rapid rate. The fat little Irishman was ahead trundling the wheel-barrow, while the tall German followed close at his heels carrying a couple of muskets, one over each shoulder.