When night came and the detachment stopped, Ned ached in every bone, and his feet were sore and bleeding.

Almonte was sent away in the morning on another service, and there was no one to interfere for him.
He struggled on all of the next day.

Most of his strength was gone, but pride still kept him going.

Orizaba was growing larger and larger, dominating the landscape, and Ned again drew courage from the lofty white cone that looked down upon them.
Late in the afternoon he heard a trumpet blow, and there was a great stir in the force of Cos.

Men held themselves straighter, lines were re-formed, and the whole detachment became more trim and smart.