"Death to the scoundrels! Now, Nat, move your mule forrard!"
At the same instant he and Cully are seen leaning towards the two mules,
which bound simultaneously forward, as if stung by hornets or bitten by
gadflys.
But neither brings its rider along. The latter--both of them--stay
behind; not naturally, as dismounted and thrown to the earth; but, like
the cradle of Mahomet, suspended between earth and heaven.