CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
SCATTERING THE CIMMARONS.
This night they were not permitted to sleep without interruption.

Two or three times their horses bounded about at the end of their trail-ropes, frightened by some prowling animal.

It might be wolves, thought they; but the dog Marengo, who did not mind the wolves, showed symptoms of terror, growling savagely it intervals, but all the while keeping in by the camp.

The mule Jeanette, too, came close up to the fire--as near as her rope would allow her--and our adventurers could see that she trembled, as if in fear of some well-known enemy! Several times they could distinguish, amidst the howling of the wolves, a strange sound, differing altogether from the voices of the latter.

It was a kind of continued snort, uttered in a low and querulous tone; and when uttered, it always caused Jeanette to start, and Marengo to crouch closer to them.