The longer he smoked the more corrugated his brow became.

He looked angrily at the ford, but it would be folly to attempt a passage there, and, containing himself as best he could, he waited while the long afternoon waned.

His men at least would get a good rest.
Dick and his comrades, selecting the dryest place they could find, spread their blankets and lay down.

Protecting their faces from the mosquitoes with green leaves, they sank into a deep quiet.

Dick even drowsed for a while.