Thence we must go on foot.
Follow me." She struck her heels against her horse's sides, and went forward.

The long ride seemed to have wearied her not a whit.

The lean and wiry Indian had already betrayed symptoms of fatigue; but the young princess appeared as fresh as when she started.

Not once had she even taken a draught from her canteen; and yet she was closely clad, from head to foot, in the doublet and leggings of the Golden Fleece.

One might have thought it had some magic virtue to preserve its wearer's vitality; and possibly, as is sometimes seen in trance, the energy and concentration of the spirit reacted upon the body.
She turned the corner of the pyramid, but had not ridden far when an object lying in her path caused her to halt and spring from the saddle.
Kamaiakan also dismounted and came forward.
The dead body of a mustang lay on the ground, crushed beneath the weight of a fragment of rock, which had evidently fallen upon it from a height.
He had apparently been dead for some hours.