There was no question of treachery, for they were led by our own men, but to hold two frightened mules, one with either hand, is a feat for a Hercules.

They lashed and tossed and bucked themselves loose, and an instant afterwards were flying helter skelter through the column.

Nearly all the mules caught the panic.

In vain the men held on to their heads.

In the mad rush they were galloped over and knocked down by the torrent of frightened creatures.