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They offered him no more food, so he concluded that they had none. In any event he did not propose to ask for more, even if he were starving. Along about nine o'clock in the morning they came suddenly upon a broad river. Without hesitation the braves plunged their ponies in, with Tad and Pink-eye following. There was nothing else they could do tinder the circumstances.
They fairly swarmed out into the open space in front of the camp, setting up a shout as they recognized the newcomers. "They seem to be mighty glad to see us," growled Tad. "Wish I could say as much for them." The ponies, seeming to share the general good feeling, pricked up their ears and dashed into the camp at a gallop, Pink-eye with the rest.
Of other diseases caused by insects, an affection of the eyes called pink-eye is carried by very tiny flies, and the dreaded bubonic plague is supposed to be transferred from sick people to well ones by the bites of fleas, which in turn are brought to this country by rats.
It was Tad Butler. He had dashed up to camp immediately upon reaching shore, and the exercise restored his circulation. Walter, who was in camp had Pink-eye ready and saddled for an emergency, and Tad mounting the pony, forced him to take to the water. He was now returning to rescue his brave friend, who was clinging to the rock. He had been unwilling to trust the perilous trip to anyone else.
A loud explosion sounded in Tad Butler's ears, then sudden darkness overwhelmed him. "Whoa, Pink-eye!" muttered the lad, stirring restlessly. "I'll get him next time. Look out, he's charging us. Oh!" The boy suddenly opened his eyes. The darkness about him was deep and impenetrable and he was conscious of a heavy weight on his chest.
I'll tell you what we'll play. We'll play " "Not barber-shop!" Fatty interrupted. "I won't play barber-shop, I never liked that game." Jimmy Rabbit started to smile. But he turned his smile into a sneeze. And he said "We'll play robber. You'll like that, I know. And you can be the robber. You look like one, anyhow." That remark made Fatty Coon angry. And he wished that Jimmy hadn't the pink-eye.
The lad now gaining in strength, pulled himself to a sitting posture and hurried Pink-eye along at a little faster gait. They were headed for the camp, which they reached in a few minutes. Tenderly the lad lifted the rancher from the saddle, stretching him out on the grass. His first care was to determine whether the man were alive or dead. "He's alive!" cried Tad exultingly. "He's only stunned."
"And so is this one mine. It's Pink-eye." "What's that noise!" asked Phil in a tremulous voice. "Hi-yi-yip-yah yah-hi-yah!" rang out the Indian war cry, as the braves threw themselves on the bare backs of their ponies and tore from the village, going in all directions. Tad drove the spurs in viciously. "Quick! Quick, Phil! They're after us." "I'm coming."
In order to head off the rancher's pony, Tad was compelled to follow an oblique direction which, if he continued it, would land him fairly in the center of the enemy's lines. "I must beat him out. It's the only way I can do anything. Go, Pink-eye! Go!" And Pink-eye did go as he had never gone before since Tad Butler had owned him. Slowly but surely he was heading off the other horse.
"Then, what are we going to do?" "I'll stay here and hang on. You send Walter back with the pony as soon as you get there. Better call to him to get Pink-eye or one of the others saddled as soon as you can make him hear. We'll save time that way. I'm afraid Bad-eye won't be able to make the return trip." "Now grab for the rock," cried Tad. Ned did so, but he missed it.
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