"I'm done.

Get you along!" "I'm done too," I said, and in truth I could not have gone much farther.
"We'll rest here till daybreak, then we can see where we are." He had no breath for argument, and we lay in the muddy sedge till our hearts had settled to a more reasonable beat, and we had breath for speech.
"How far have we come, do you think ?" Le Marchant asked.
"It felt like fifty miles, but it was such rough work that it's probably nearer five.

But it can't be long to daylight.

Then we shall know better." We struggled to a drier hummock and lay down again.

The rain had ceased, and presently, while we lay watching for the first flicker of dawn in front or on our left, an exclamation from Le Marchant brought me round with a jerk, to find the sky softening and lightening right behind us.