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That
stung
him
,
and
he
slacked
back
perceptibly
.
Midway
I
stumbled
and
fell
headlong
.
A
bullet
,
striking
directly
in
front
of
me
,
filled
my
eyes
with
sand
.
For
the
moment
I
thought
I
was
shot
.
"
Done
it
a-purpose
,
"
Jed
sneered
as
I
scrambled
to
my
feet
.
He
had
stood
and
waited
for
me
.
I
caught
his
idea
.
He
thought
I
had
fallen
deliberately
in
order
to
spill
my
water
and
go
back
for
more
.
This
rivalry
between
us
was
a
serious
matter
--
so
serious
,
indeed
,
that
I
immediately
took
advantage
of
what
he
had
imputed
and
raced
back
to
the
spring
.
And
Jed
Dunham
,
scornful
of
the
bullets
that
were
puffing
dust
all
around
him
,
stood
there
upright
in
the
open
and
waited
for
me
.
We
came
in
side
by
side
,
with
honours
even
in
our
boys
'
foolhardiness
.
But
when
we
delivered
the
water
Jed
had
only
one
pailful
.
A
bullet
had
gone
through
the
other
pail
close
to
the
bottom
.
Mother
took
it
out
on
me
with
a
lecture
on
disobedience
.
She
must
have
known
,
after
what
I
had
done
,
that
father
would
n't
let
her
smack
me
;
for
,
while
she
was
lecturing
,
father
winked
at
me
across
her
shoulder
.
It
was
the
first
time
he
had
ever
winked
at
me
.
Back
in
the
rifle
pit
Jed
and
I
were
heroes
.
The
women
wept
and
blessed
us
,
and
kissed
us
and
mauled
us
.
And
I
confess
I
was
proud
of
the
demonstration
,
although
,
like
Jed
,
I
let
on
that
I
did
not
like
all
such
making-over
.
But
Jeremy
Hopkins
,
a
great
bandage
about
the
stump
of
his
left
wrist
,
said
we
were
the
stuff
white
men
were
made
out
of
--
men
like
Daniel
Boone
,
like
Kit
Carson
,
and
Davy
Crockett
.
I
was
prouder
of
that
than
all
the
rest
.
The
remainder
of
the
day
I
seem
to
have
been
bothered
principally
with
the
pain
of
my
right
eye
caused
by
the
sand
that
had
been
kicked
into
it
by
the
bullet
.
The
eye
was
bloodshot
,
mother
said
;
and
to
me
it
seemed
to
hurt
just
as
much
whether
I
kept
it
open
or
closed
.
I
tried
both
ways
.
Things
were
quieter
in
the
rifle
pit
,
because
all
had
had
water
,
though
strong
upon
us
was
the
problem
of
how
the
next
water
was
to
be
procured
.
Coupled
with
this
was
the
known
fact
that
our
ammunition
was
almost
exhausted
.
A
thorough
overhauling
of
the
wagons
by
father
had
resulted
in
finding
five
pounds
of
powder
.
A
very
little
more
was
in
the
flasks
of
the
men
.
I
remembered
the
sundown
attack
of
the
night
before
,
and
anticipated
it
this
time
by
crawling
to
the
trench
before
sunset
.
I
crept
into
a
place
alongside
of
Laban
.
He
was
busy
chewing
tobacco
,
and
did
not
notice
me
.
For
some
time
I
watched
him
,
fearing
that
when
he
discovered
me
he
would
order
me
back
.
He
would
take
a
long
squint
out
between
the
wagon
wheels
,
chew
steadily
a
while
,
and
then
spit
carefully
into
a
little
depression
he
had
made
in
the
sand
.
