They were a new race from the west or the north, the new race which had so long been perplexing us.

Somewhere among them was the brain which had planned for the Tidewater a sudden destruction.
Shalah slipped noiselessly backward, and I followed him down the scree slope, across the ravine, and then with infinite caution through the sparse woods till we had put a wide shoulder of hill between us and the enemy.

After that we started running, such a pace as made the rush back to the Rappahannock seem an easy saunter.

Shalah would avoid short-cuts for no reason that I could see, and make long circuits in places where I had to go on hands and feet.

I was weary before we set out, and soon I began to totter like a drunken man.