There was but another fifty yards to climb.

They could hear the sharp ping of the bullets round them.

One of the ponies gave a sudden start, stumbled forward, and then rolled over the edge.

In another minute the rest gained the plateau.
"Oh, Dick, it is one of the treasure ponies," Tom exclaimed.
"That is a bad job, Tom; which is it ?" "The gray." "Better him than the others.

It was one of his bags that we took the gold out of to make us up twenty pounds each, so there aint above seventy pounds lost.