To the girl it was a confusion of figures rushing back and forth about the smoking ruins of the stage; occasionally a faint yell echoed across the river, and she could distinguish a savage on his pony gesticulating as he rode back and forth.

But the Sergeant comprehended the scene.

His eyes met hers and read her bewilderment.
"They are going all right, and in a hurry.

It's plain enough they are afraid to stay there any longer.

See, they are lashing bodies on to the ponies.