They plunged forward in the mud , and managed somehow to run their yoke on the pole of an ammunition wagon , where it jammed . `` Now you have done it , '' said Billy calmly . `` Do n't struggle . You 're hung up till daylight . What on earth 's the matter ? '' The bullocks went off into the long hissing snorts that Indian cattle give , and pushed and crowded and slued and stamped and slipped and nearly fell down in the mud , grunting savagely . `` You 'll break your necks in a minute , '' said the troop-horse . `` What 's the matter with white men ? I live with 'em . '' `` They -- eat -- us ! Pull ! '' said the near bullock . The yoke snapped with a twang , and they lumbered off together . I never knew before what made Indian cattle so scared of Englishmen . We eat beef -- a thing that no cattle-driver touches -- and of course the cattle do not like it . `` May I be flogged with my own pad-chains ! Who 'd have thought of two big lumps like those losing their heads ? '' said Billy . `` Never mind . I 'm going to look at this man .
Most of the white men , I know , have things in their pockets , '' said the XXXXX .
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