A trot for a few miles.

The quicker the ride is done, baron, the quicker the surgeon will look to your arm." And silence fell upon the troop.

Occasionally a stray horse in the fields whinneyed, and was answered from the road; sometimes the howl of a dog broke the monotony.

On and on they rode; hour and mile were left behind them.

The moon fell lower and lower, and the mountains rose higher and higher, and the wind which had risen had a frosty sting to it.