Not until he saw July draw his rifle and start firing did it dawn on him that they were under attack. He'll box 'em if they get him riled. Besides that, it was nearly April, late to be starting out to go so far. Go get the horses, Jim.
The business of the ax, and what he had heard when retrieving it, was forgotten--it had puzzled him so long that it had finally just slipped from his mind. He was beginning to feel that Louisa was right: he had mostly been wasted, and might have more feistiness in him than anyone, himself included, had suspected. Instead of simply coming to camp they were walking around in circles, as if looking for lost objects. But the country they rode through was completely empty.
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