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"Besides," continued Joe, "the horses won't travel far if we begin by runnin' all the wind out o' them." "Wah!" exclaimed Henri, as the led horse became restive; "I think we must give to him de pack-hoss for to lead, eh!" "Not a bad notion, Henri. We'll make that the penalty of runnin' off again; so look out, Master Dick."
Parbleu! if they have been left behind you will go back after them, though every Indian in this Illinois country stand between. Come, you imp of darkness, know you aught of these?" "Dey am wid de pack-hoss, Massa de Croix," was the oily answer. "I done s'posed you would n't need 'em till we got thar." "Need them! Little you know the requirements of a gentleman! Saint Guise!
Keep down by the creek, lads." "Hah! how dey yell," said Henri in a savage tone, looking back, and shaking his rifle at them an act that caused them to yell more fiercely than ever. "Dis old pack-hoss give me moche trobel." The pace was now tremendous.
You can take that ole rig I was showin' you. She ain't much on looks, but she's all there." "Thanks. But I'd rather buy a new outfit." "When do you aim to start?" "Right away. I suppose I'll need a blanket and some provisions." "Yes. But you'll catch up with Cheyenne, if you keep movin'. He won't travel fast with a pack-hoss along.
"And as for me," he added, aloud: Seems like I don't git anywhere, Git along, cayuse, git along; But we're leavin' here and we're goin' there: Git along, cayuse, git along! With little ole Josh that steps right free, And my ole gray pack-hoss, Filaree, The world ain't got no rope on me: Git along, cayuse, git along!
"Wah!" exclaimed Henri, as the led horse became restive; "I think we must give to him de pack-hoss for to lead, eh?" "Not a bad notion, Henri. We'll make that the penalty of runnin' off again; so look out, Master Dick." "I'm down," replied Dick, with a modest air, "obedient as a baby, and won't run off again till the next time. By the way, Joe, how many days' provisions did ye bring?" "Two.
"You can't lead a pack-hoss fifty miles from this creek without losing your hair, neighbor." "I can! I will!" wrathfully replied Dale. "I've traded for years with the Indians. I never yet went to them with a gun in my hand. If ever I need protection, they'll protect me. They are my friends. This war is all wrong. You can have it if you insist.
Keep down by the creek, lads." "Ha! how dey yell," said Henri in a savage tone, looking back, and shaking his rifle at them, an act that caused them to yell more fiercely than ever. "Dis old pack-hoss give me moche trobel." The pace was now tremendous.
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