They whirled off the trail and ran down among the trees toward a brook that we could hear brawling in the bed of the ravine.

They took the scoot with them, and in wild confusion our ten led horses followed madly after them.

Bags, harnesses, axes, and shovels flew off the scoot.

Halters crossed and crisscrossed.

I was pulled off the load, and came near being trodden on by the horses behind.