"Yes, soon!" "Will we set out again ?" then said Dick Sand, in order to cut short this conversation.
"Yes, Dick, let us go," replied Mrs.Weldon.
The camp was broken up, and the march continued again in the same order.

It was necessary to pass through the underwood, so as not to leave the course of the rivulet.

There had been some paths there, formerly, but those paths were dead, according to the native expression--that is, brambles and brushwood had usurped them.

In these painful conditions they might spend three hours in making one mile.
The blacks worked without relaxation.

Hercules, after putting little Jack back in Nan's arms, took his part of the work; and what a part! He gave stout "heaves," making his ax turn round, and a hole was made before them, as if he had been a devouring fire.
Fortunately, this fatiguing work would not last.