Crusoe was also laden.

He had a little bundle of meat slung on each side of him.
For some time past numerous herds of mustangs, or wild horses, had crossed their path, and Dick was now on the look-out for a chance to _crease_ one of those magnificent creatures.
On one occasion a band of mustangs galloped close up to him before they were aware of his presence, and stopped short with a wild snort of surprise on beholding him; then, wheeling round, they dashed away at full gallop, their long tails and manes flying wildly in the air, and their hoofs thundering on the plain.

Dick did not attempt to crease one upon this occasion, fearing that his recent illness might have rendered his hand too unsteady for so extremely delicate an operation.
In order to crease a wild horse the hunter requires to be a perfect shot, and it is not every man of the west who carries a rifle that can do it successfully.

Creasing consists in sending a bullet through the gristle of the mustang's neck, just above the bone, so as to stun the animal.

If the ball enters a hair's-breadth too low, the horse falls dead instantly.