After the heartiest meal that they had eaten in a long time, they stretched out by the river, listening to its pleasant flow.

The remainder of the deer they had hung high in the branches of a myrtle oak about forty yards away.
"We haven't got our horses," said Obed, "but we're making progress.

Time and tide will carry man with them if he's ready with his boat." "Perhaps we've been lucky, too," said Ned, "in passing through what is mostly a wilderness." "That's so.

The desert is a hard road, but in our case it keeps enemies away." They were lying on their serapes, the waters sang softly, the night was dark but very cool and pleasant, and they were happy.

But Ned suddenly saw something that made him reach out and touch his companion.
"Look!" he whispered, pointing a finger.
They saw a dark figure creep on noiseless feet toward the tree, from a bough of which hung their deer.