seemed dull and distant. They were not half living or quarter living. They were simply so many bags of bones in which sparks of life fluttered faintly. When a halt was made they dropped down in the traces like dead dogs and the spark dimmed and paled and seemed to go out. And when the club or whip fell upon them the spark fluttered feebly up and they tottered to their feet and staggered on. There came a day when Billee the good-natured fell and could not rise. Hal had traded off his revolver so he... read more
