Their meal at an end, they picked up their arms and tools, bade their servants have a care of the camp, and then set off on their quest once more.

There was a perceptible change, however, in their demeanours.
A nervous excitement had taken possession of them, and it affected each man in a different manner.

Kitwater was suspicious, Hayle was morose, while little Codd repeatedly puckered up his mouth as if he were about to whistle, but no sound ever came from it.

The sky overhead was emerald-blue, the air was full of the sweetest perfumes, while birds of the most gorgeous plumage flew continually across their path.

They had no regard, however, for nature's beauties.