Receiving the good wishes of his hosts he rode on through the hills.

The intense cold which kept troops from marching much really served him, as the detachments about the little towns stayed in their camps.
The day was quite clear, with the mercury still well below zero, but his heavy clothing kept him warm and comfortable.

His great horse showed no signs of weariness.

Apparently his sinews were made of steel.
Noon came, but Dick did not seek any farmhouse for what was called dinner in that region.

Instead he ate from his saddle bags as he rode on.