Then he lay down under a big tree and panted.
But his breathing soon became easy, and, rising, he examined the region.
He always had a good idea of locality, and soon he found the road by which the Invincibles had come.

No one could mistake the tracks made by the cannon wheels.

He would retrace his steps on that road as fast as he could.

He saw that it was useless now to look for the men with the horses.

Fear of capture had compelled them to move long since, and a search would merely waste time.
He tightened his belt, squared his shoulders, and bending a little forward, ran at a long, easy gait along the trail.