Great, then, was Hubert's delight, when upon looking round he saw
that Mr. Hardy had raised himself with his arms.
"What has happened?" he said in a confused manner.
"Are you hurt, papa?" Hubert asked, with tears of joy running down
his face; "you frightened us both so dreadfully. Please drink a
little water, and I will pour a little over your face."
Mr. Hardy drank some water, and Hubert dashed some more in his
face. "That will do, Hubert," he said with a smile; "you will drown
me. There, I am all right now. I was stunned, I suppose. There you
are," and he got up on to his feet; "you see I am not hurt. And
now, where are the Indians?"
"There, papa," said the boys with pardonable triumph, as they
pointed to thirteen dead Indians.
Their father could not speak. He grasped their hands warmly. He saw
how great the danger must have been, and how gallantly his boys
must have borne themselves.
"The Indians may be back in a few minutes, papa. Your horse is
dead, but there is one of the Indians' standing by his dead master.
Let us catch him and shift the saddle." The animal, when they
approached it, made no move to take flight, and they saw that his
master's foot, as he fell, had become entangled in the lasso, and
the well-trained beast had stood without moving.
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