“We had more than one close call,” remarked Fleming; “I had something of the kind myself.”
It was found that three others had escaped by chances fully as narrow.
“That warn’t what I war most afeard of,” continued the guide; “we all had such good kiver that there never was much danger of being hit, but there’s one thing I don’t yet understand.”
In answer to the inquiring looks, Shagbark explained:
“With all them bullets whistling round us some of ’em oughter reached the hosses and oxen, but there hain’t one of ’em been so much as scratched.”
“Was not that because all were lying down?” asked Fleming.
“That had a good deal to do with it, but some of the hosses kept gitting on their feet and I had to watch ’em close and make ’em lay down agin; there warn’t any such trouble with the oxen, fur they was glad ’nough to lay down and chaw their cuds.”
“If we had lost a pony or two,” suggested Alden, “it would not have been so bad, for we could get on without them.”
