Dick believed that his escape was now at hand, but he still showed an infinite patience.
He did not stir from his place until the night was almost black, and then, carrying his weapons and the saddlebag of provisions, he crept among the thickets.
When he stood up he found himself stiff from lying long in a cramped position.

His face burned from the bites of the mosquitoes, which still hung in swarms about him, and he felt dizzy.
But Dick remembered his mission, and his resolve to perform it was not shaken a particle.

He had lost his horse, but he could walk.

Perhaps his chance of success would be greater on foot in such a dangerous country.
He advanced now with extreme caution, feeling the way carefully and testing the ground before he put his foot down solidly.

Still trusting to his ears he stopped now and then, and listened for some sound from his enemy in pursuit.