Later, the inevitable reaction would
follow, and the inevitable weariness. Now, refreshed by their
supper, both he and the broncho had come to their second wind, and
they faced the storm pluckily and with unbowed heads. Beside him,
The Nig, fresh and fit as a horse could be, galloped onward steadily
under the weight of Kruger Bobs. It had been at Weldon's own command
that Kruger Bobs had abandoned his raw-boned steed and placed
himself astride the sacred body of the thoroughbred Nig. On such a
night and after such a battle, a horse abandoned was a horse forever
lost. Neither The Nig nor Piggie could be left to any chance
ownership, but neither could Piggie, fresh from a two-day fight, be
left to the mercies of an inexperienced rider. Three inches shorter
than his master, Kruger Bobs weighed fifty pounds the more, and he
rode with the resilient lightness of a feather bed.
Weldon's hour of rest had been divided in strict ratio between
himself, his friend and his horse. For fully half that period, he
and Kruger Bobs had rubbed the sturdy gray legs and anointed the
scratched neck with supplies taken from the portable veterinary
hospital always to be found in the recesses of the Kaffirs scanty
garments.
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