About two miles out
on the ridge I sat down to rest and look about a little. The rain
passed, and a fine breeze put the flies to rout at this highest
point.
I had been seated there but a little while when, looking back, I
saw one of the men, which proved to be George, running as if for
life along the top of the ridge where they had first seen me. I
could just make him out against the sky. Then he disappeared, I
could not tell where.
After a time I began to hear shots. The sounds were very faint,
but followed each other in quick succession. I laughed, and
thought I knew what was happening where they came from. The shots
seemed to come from the ridge I was on; but for some time I could
not see any one. Finally, I caught sight of one of the men. He
was waving his arms about wildly, and I could hear very faintly the
sound of shouting. Then another figure appeared, and they started
running towards me.
Suddenly I became frightened. Perhaps all the excitement was not
on my account after all, and I began to wonder if something
dreadful had happened. Had any one been hurt, or drowned? I
started quickly towards them, but as soon as they were near enough
for me to see their faces plainly, I knew that I had been the sole
cause of the trouble.
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