"
"No, you couldn't," replied the sergeant. "Out there you had to watch
every detail. That's one of the things that fightin' Indians taught.
You had to be watchin' all the time an' I reckon the trainin' will
be of value in this war. Are we mighty near to the top of the pass,
Mr. Petty?"
"Got two or three miles yet. The slope is steeper on the other side.
We rise a lot more before we hit the top."
The wind grew stronger with every rod they ascended, and the horses
began to pant with their severe exertions. At Petty's suggestion the
three riders dismounted and walked for a while, leading their horses.
The rain turned to a fine hail and stung their faces. Had it not
been for his two good comrades Dick would have found his situation
inexpressibly lonely and dreary. The heavy fog now enveloped all the
peaks and ridges and filled every valley and chasm. He could see only
fifteen or twenty yards ahead along the muddy path, and the fine hail
which gave every promise of becoming a storm of sleet stung continually.
The wind confined in the narrow gorge also uttered a hideous shrieking
and moaning.
"Tests your nerve!" shouted Petty to Dick. "There are hard things
besides battles to stand, an' this is goin' to be one of the hard ones,
but if you go through it all right you kin go through any number of the
same kind all right, too. Likely the sleet will be so thick that it
will make a sheet of slippery ice for us comin' back.
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