The weight of the gold in his clothes bent his shoulders over.
As we went on the country gradually got to be more mountainous, and, as we were steadily growing weaker, it did seem things were piling up on us.

The eighth day we ran out of the fishhook cactus, and, being on a high promontory, were out of touch with the sea.

For the first time my tongue began to swell a little.

The cactus had kept me from that before.

Denton must have been in the same fix, for he looked at me and raised one eyebrow kind of humorous.
Schwartz was having a good deal of difficulty to navigate.