He spoke aloud and laughed with the men, and never acknowledged that his trials were almost too much for him.

But he was painfully conscious of his own weakness.

He sometimes felt, when alone in the bush, that he would fain get off his horse, and lie upon the ground and weep till he slept.

It was not that he trusted no one.

He suspected no one with a positive suspicion, except Nokes, and Medlicot as the supporter of Nokes.