Міжзірковий мандрівник
Chapter 13
Wewalkedslowly,alwaysgoingoutwithhandsclasped,alwayscomingbackslowlywithfourpailsofwater.Itwasastonishinghowthirstywewere.Welaydownseveraltimesandtooklongdrinks.
Butitwastoomuchforourenemies.IcannotimaginethattheIndianswouldhavewithheldtheirfireforsolong,girlsornogirls,hadtheynotobeyedinstructionsfromthewhiteswhowerewiththem.AtanyrateJedandIwerejuststartingonanothertripwhenariflewentofffromtheIndianhill,andthenanother.
“Comeback!”mothercriedout.
IlookedatJed,andfoundhimlookingatme.Iknewhewasstubbornandhadmadeuphismindtobethelastonein.SoIstartedtoadvance,andatthesameinstanthestarted.
“You!—Jesse!”criedmymother.Andtherewasmorethanasmackinginthewayshesaidit.
Jedofferedtoclasphands,butIshookmyhead.
“Runforit,”Isaid.
AndwhilewehotfooteditacrossthesanditseemedalltheriflesonIndianhillwereturnedlooseonus.Igottothespringalittleahead,sothatJedhadtowaitformetofillmypails.
“Nowrunforit,”hetoldme;andfromtheleisurelywayhewentaboutfillinghisownpailsIknewhewasdeterminedtobeinlast.
