The sun had passed its zenith when they started and a pleasant, cool breeze blew from the slopes of the western mountains.

The sun set late, but the twilight began to fall at last, and they saw about them many places suitable for a camp and supper.

But Colonel Talbot, who was now at the head of the line, rode on and gave no sign.
"If I were riding a bay horse fifteen hands high I could go on, too, forever," whispered Langdon to Harry.
"Remember your belief that everything happens for the best and just keep on marching." The twilight retreated before the dark, but the regiment continued.
Harry saw a dusky colonel on a dusky horse at the head of the line, and nearer by was Lieutenant-Colonel St.Hilaire, also riding, silent and stern.

The Invincibles were weary.

It was now nine o'clock, and they had marched many hours without a rest, but they did not dare to murmur, at least not loud enough to be heard by Colonel Leonidas Talbot and his lieutenant-colonel, Hector St.Hilaire.
"I wonder if this is going on all night," whispered Langdon.
"Very likely," returned Harry, "but remember that everything is for the best." Langdon gave him a reproachful look, but trudged sturdily on.