It can't be done now.

We've got to cut across country.

It's something like a thousand miles to Texas, but I think that you and I together, Ned, can make it." Ned agreed.

Certainly they had no chance now to slip through by the way of Vera Cruz, and the sea was not his element anyhow.
The rain ceased, and a few stars came out.

They passed from the sand dunes into a region of marshes.