They
crossed two considerable streams, knee deep on the horses, and then they
entered the forest for which they had hoped so much. It was of oaks
without much undergrowth and the ground was hilly. They rode through it
until past midnight. Then they stopped by the edge of a blue pool, and
while the other watched with the rifle each took the bath that he had
coveted so long.
"I feel that I can fight battles and also run better now that I've got
rid of ten pounds of sand and dust," said Obed, "and I guess you feel
the same way, Ned. I suppose you've noticed that the other horse has
gone lame, too?"
"Yes, I noticed it. I don't believe either could make much speed
to-morrow."
"They certainly couldn't unless they had a long rest, and here we stay.
There need be no secrets between you and me, Ned, about this pursuit. I
think it's likely that we'll have a fight in the morning, and we might
as well choose our fort."
The horses were panting and both now limped badly. It was quite evident
that they were spent. Beyond the pool was a tiny valley or glade with a
good growth of grass, and, after tying the reins to the pommels of the
saddles, they released the two faithful beasts there. Obed thought once
of tethering them but he reflected that to do so would make them sure
targets of the Indian bullets or arrows.
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