Ain't had no fodder is 'bout the size o' it.
We ought to be able ter head thet bunch off 'fore they git to the Canadian at thet rate o' travel--hey, Sergeant ?" Hamlin's eyes followed the long sweep of the cross-ridge, studying its trend, and the direction of the intervening valleys.

Once down on the other slope all this extensive view would be hidden; they would have to ride blindly, guessing at the particular swale along which those others were advancing.

To come to the summit again would surely expose them to those keen Indian eyes.

They would be searching the trail ahead ceaselessly, noting every object along the crests of the ridges.
However, if the passage around was not blocked with snow, they ought to attain the junction in ample time.

With twice as far to travel, their ponies were strong and fit, and should win out against Le Fevre's starved beasts.