a small artery. They picked you up just in time. I think you would have bled to death in another hour."
"It was my faithful horse that did it," whispered Halsey. "He saved my life."
Meanwhile, Palo'mine, in a comfortable stall, was enjoying a fine feed of oats and the best rub-down he had ever had at the hands of old Rastus.
This had been the greatest day in his life, yet he did not know it. All he knew was that he had worked desperately hard and that he was very tired.
But, by carrying General Werritan twenty miles in fifty-eight minutes, he had saved the battle of Pine River, while by picking Halsey up and carrying him to Lancaster he had saved his beloved master's life.
