They could reach the poor beasts from behind those trees." The men set to work leisurely enough, while at a word from his father Nic, whose hands trembled from excitement, bridled and saddled Sour Sorrel.
"Take off the hobbles, boy," said the doctor; and this was done.

A few minutes later the bullocks, which had from long habit taken their places readily, were yoked, and drew out the waggon right into a clear spot away from trees, which would shelter the enemy if they made an attack.
"Hah!" ejaculated the doctor, "now we can breathe freely.

Brookes, you are all right with a gun.

Have you ever used a piece, Leather ?" "Not much," said the man sourly; "but I know how to load, and can keep you going." "My son will load," said the doctor sternly.

"You must do your best." "Yes," said the man shortly; and Nic thought to himself, "Father does not want me to shoot any one." "Now then, keep a sharp look-out," said the doctor.