On the Pampas; Or, The Young SettlersHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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On the Pampas; Or, The Young Settlers
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Pampas (Argentina) -- Juvenile fiction
'I guess we are,' I said; 'but the sooner we strike water the
better I shall be pleased.'
It was nigh another half-hour, and we were both pretty nigh done,
when we came upon the stream, and the dog couldn't have been more
than a mile off. It was a bit of a thing five or six yards wide,
and a foot or two deep in the middle.
'Which way?' says Rube. 'Up's our nearest way, so we had better go
down.'
'No, no,' says I; 'they're sure to suspect that we shall try the
wrong course to throw them off, so let's take the right.'
Without another word up stream we went, as hard as we could run. In
a few minutes we heard the dog stop barking, when we might have
been half a mile up stream.
'We must get out of this, Rube,' I said. 'Whichever way they try
with the dog, they are safe to send horsemen both ways.'
'Which side shall we get out, Seth?'
'It don't matter,' I said; 'it's all a chance which side they take
the dog. Let's take our own side.'
Out we got; and we hadn't ran a quarter of a mile before we heard a
tramping of horses coming along by the stream. We stopped to
listen, for we knew if they had the dog with them, and if he was on
our side of the river, we were as good as dead.
'If they take the trail, Seth,' Rube said, 'it's all up with us.
Don't let's run any more. We are men enough to shoot the four first
who come up, and I only hope one of them may be El Zeres; that'll
leave us a pistol each, and we will keep them for ourselves. Better
do that, by a long way, than be pulled to pieces with hot pincers.'
'A long way, Rube,' I said. 'That's agreed, then. When I give the
word, put the barrel against your eye and fire; that's a pretty
safe shot.'
As the Mexicans got to the place where we had got out, we stopped
and held our breath. There was no pause--on they went; another
minute, and we felt certain they had passed the spot.
'Saved, by thunder!' Rube said; and we turned and went off at a
steady trot that we could keep up for hours. 'How long shall we
get, do you think, Seth?'
'That all depends how long they follow down stream. They can't tell
how far we are ahead. I should think they will go two miles down;
then they will cross the stream and come back; and if they don't
happen to be on the right side of the stream as they pass where we
got out, they will go up another two or three miles, and near as
much down, before they strike the trail. We're pretty safe of half
an hour's start, and we might get, if we're lucky, near an hour. We
ain't safe yet, Rube, by a long way. It's near thirty miles from
Pepita's to the camp. We've come sixteen of it good--eighteen I
should say; we have got another twelve to the road, and we ain't
safe then. No; our only chance is to come across a hacienda and get
horses. There are a good many scattered about; but it's so dark we
might pass within fifty yards and not see it. There won't be a
streak of daylight till four, and it ain't two yet.'
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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