So he turned off on a trail that appeared seldom traveled.
Soon after this move he became conscious of a further thickening of his senses.

He felt able to hold on to his saddle for a while longer, but he was failing.

Then he thought he ought to advise Jennie, so in case she was left alone she would have some idea of what to do.
"Jennie, I'll give out soon," he said.

"No-I don't mean--what you think.
But I'll drop soon.

My strength's going.