"BANG!" came a flight of lead within
a yard of Benham, and then the goatherd was in retreat behind a rock
and Giorgio was shouting "AVANTI, AVANTI!" to Amanda.
She grasped his intention and in another moment she had Benham's
horse by the bridle and was leading the retreat. Giorgio followed
close, driving the two baggage mules before him.
"I am tired of dogs," Benham said. "Tired to death of dogs. All
savage dogs must be shot. All through the world. I am tired--"
Their road carried them down through the rocky pass and then up a
long slope in the open. Far away on the left they saw the goatherd
running and shouting and other armed goatherds appearing among the
rocks. Behind them the horse-owner and his boy came riding headlong
across the zone of danger.
"Dogs must be shot," said Benham, exalted. "Dogs must be shot."
"Unless they are GOOD dogs," said Amanda, keeping beside him with an
eye on his revolver.
"Unless they are good dogs to every one," said Benham.
They rushed along the road in a turbulent dusty huddle of horses and
mules and riders.
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