He had noticed, when he ran for his horse, that Jim had thrown him in the centre of the others: and their bodies completely sheltered him from the spears of the natives.
"It was not fair, perhaps," he said; "but my horse would have been killed, as well as yours, had he not done so; and Jim loves him almost as well as he does me.

He has watched over and guarded him for the last three years." "I am not angry with him," Dick said.

"Nothing could have saved our horses from being killed, and if one was to be saved, it is as well it should be Tartar, and not one of the others, as yours was far the most valuable of the five." "Pile on the bushes," Reuben said to one of the constables.

"Make as big a blaze as you can.

It will act as a beacon to the sergeant and his party." Half an hour later the trampling of horses' hoofs was heard and, a few minutes later, the sergeant and his party rode up.
"I am sorry I am so late, sir," the sergeant said.