One steed after another kicked at it, and a flying hoof sent it against the tree with a thud.

Then it lay quiet.
"Must be dead," said Dave, after a pause.
"Don't go near it!" screamed Phil.
"I won't--not yet," answered Dave.

"We'll fix up the fire first." And he kicked the dying embers together and put more wood on the blaze.

While he did this, Phil and Roger watched the huddled-up form at the foot of the tree.

The horses still snorted and did their best to get away.
"I guess it is dead after all," said Phil, after he had poked the beast with a stick.