Chapter 46

“I--I--I have fought a little, but not in that climbing way or that running way.” “No. Now you mention it,” said Billy, “you don’t look as though you were made for climbing or running--much. Well, how was it, old Hay-bales?” “The proper way,” said the camel. “We all sat down--” “Oh, my crupper and breastplate!” said the troop-horse under his breath. “Sat down!” “We sat down--a hundred of us,” the camel went on, “in a big square, and the men piled our packs and saddles, outside the square, and they fired over our ba…