Her eyes opened again, despairingly, and gazed across the barren expanse.

She could see Hamlin lying face downward, the yellow lining of his cavalry cape over his head.

It seemed to her the man's foot moved.

Could she be dreaming?
No! He actually drew up one limb.
This evidence that the Sergeant still lived gave her fresh strength and renewed determination.

She struggled to move her own feet; the left was free, but the right was caught firmly beneath the pony.