At last the smith succeeded in persuading her to sit down on the sledge, and the party moved forward.
Adam had harnessed himself to the front of the vehicle.

Marx went to and fro, pushing when necessary.

The dumb woman waded through the snow by her husband's side.

"Poor wife!" he said once; but she pressed his arm closer, looking up into his eyes as if she wished to say: "Surely I shall lack nothing, if only you are spared to me!" She enjoyed his presence as if it were a favor granted by destiny, but only at chance moments, for she could not banish her fear for him, and of the pursuers--her dread of uncertainty and wandering.
If snow rattled from a pine-tree, if she noticed Lopez turn his head, or if old Rahel uttered a moan, she shuddered; and this was not unperceived by her husband, who told himself that she had every reason to look forward to the next few hours with grave anxiety.

Each moment might bring imprisonment to him and all, and if they discovered--if it were disclosed who he, who Elizabeth was....
Ulrich and Ruth brought up the rear, saying little to each other.
At first the path ascended again, then led down to the valley.