Swift and fierce upon their flanks fell the hissing lash.
"Stand up to them, you beggars!" he shouted to his bronchos, which seemed intent upon turning tail and joining the approaching cavalcade.
"Hie, there! Hello! Look out!" he yelled, standing up in his wagon, waving his whip and holding his bronchos steadily on the trail.

The next moment the dust cloud enveloped them and the thundering cavalcade, parting, surged by on either side.

Cameron was wild with rage.
"Infernal cheeky brutes!" he cried.

"For two shillings I'd go back and break some of their necks.

Ride me down, would they ?" he continued, grinding his teeth in fury.
He pulled up his bronchos with half a mind to turn them about and pursue the flying Indians.