"They are behind us, and are camped for the night," How he knew that I cannot tell; but I seemed to catch on the breeze a whiff of the rancid odour of Indian war-paint.
For another mile we continued our precautions, and then moved more freely in the open.

Now that the chief peril was past, my fatigue came back to me worse than ever.

I think I was growing leg-weary, as I had seen happen to horses, and from that ailment there is no relief.

My head buzzed like a beehive, and when the moon set I had no power to pick my steps, and stumbled and sprawled in the darkness.

I had to ask Shalah for help, though it was a sore hurt to my pride, and, leaning on his arm, I made the rest of the journey.
I found myself splashing in a strong river.