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
Mr. Hardy drank some water, and Hubert dashed some more in his
face. "That will do, Hubert," he said with a smile; "you will drown
me. There, I am all right now. I was stunned, I suppose. There you
are," and he got up on to his feet; "you see I am not hurt. And
now, where are the Indians?"
"There, papa," said the boys with pardonable triumph, as they
pointed to thirteen dead Indians.
Their father could not speak. He grasped their hands warmly. He saw
how great the danger must have been, and how gallantly his boys
must have borne themselves.
"The Indians may be back in a few minutes, papa. Your horse is
dead, but there is one of the Indians' standing by his dead master.
Let us catch him and shift the saddle." The animal, when they
approached it, made no move to take flight, and they saw that his
master's foot, as he fell, had become entangled in the lasso, and
the well-trained beast had stood without moving. In three minutes
the saddles were transferred, and the party again ready for fight
or flight.
"What next, papa?"
"We turned to the right, and rather toward home, when we started;
so the Indian halting-place is to the southeast of us, is it not?"
"Yes, papa; as near as may be," Charley said, making out the points
with some difficulty on the pocket compass, one of which they each
carried, as the danger of being lost upon the pathless pampas is
very great.
"We had ridden about two miles when I got my fall, so we are a mile
to the west of their camp. We will ride now a couple of miles due
north. The Indians are sure to send out a scout to see whether we
have returned home, and our track will lead them to believe that we
have. It is dusk now. We shall get three hours' rest before we have to
move."
It was perfectly dark before they reached their halting-place. The
saddles were again loosened, a little Indian corn, moistened with
water, given to the horses, and another slight meal taken by
themselves. The boys, by Mr. Hardy's orders, though sorely against
their own wishes, then lay down to get a couple of hours' sleep;
while Mr. Hardy went back about a hundred yards along the trail
they had made on coming, and then turned aside and sat down at a
distance of a few yards to watch, in case any Indian should have
followed up their trail.
Here he sat for over two hours, and then returned to the boys.
Charley he found fast asleep. The pain of Hubert's wound had kept
him awake. Mr. Hardy poured some water over the bandage, and
then, waking Charley, gave them instructions as to the part they were
to play.
Both of them felt rather uncomfortable when they heard that they
were to be separated from their father. They raised no objections,
however, and promised to obey his instructions to the letter. They
then mounted their horses--Hubert having to be lifted up, for his
leg was now very stiff and sore--and then began to retrace their
steps, keeping a hundred yards or so to the west of the track by
which they had come.
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