It was surely a funny sight, after they got aboard their war ponies, to see them trying to dig out on horses too tired to trot.
I didn't stop to get all the laughs, though.

In fact, I give one jump off that ledge, and I lit a-running.

A quarter-hoss couldn't have beat me to that shack.

There I grabbed old Meat-in-the-pot and made a climb for the tall country, aiming to wait around until dark, and then to pull out for Benson.

Johnny Hooper wasn't expected till next day, which was lucky.