indication that Sally was 

 the guides' discomfiture. 



With the thudding of hoofs and 

 a cloud of dust the pack-horses were 

 driven out of the enclosure. Nimrod 

 took the lead, the Tevi and I with 

 him; our horses, impatient at the 

 long delay, pranced and curveted 

 under the restraining bit. 



The pace must be slow; a gallop- 

 ing pack-horse soon loses his burden. 

 But the animals behaved well. They 

 all belonged to Lusk's "bunch," 

 and knew each other. Those who 

 were chums got together, and those 

 who were fussy chose their favourite 

 positions in the train. 



Dear things, they have their per- 

 sonalities as well as humans and I 

 soon made the acquaintance of some 

 of them. Daisy, the blue-skin don- 

 key, was second in line, only the old 

 white horse, Billy, her favourite, 

 in front. Sommers, skilfully landing 

 a pebble on her as she was breaking 

 line by trying to browse by the way- 

 side, called in a tone of reproach, 

 although guiltless of French: "Mar- 

 guerite, get out of that." Daisy, 

 thus doubly admonished, flirted her 



