For some hours they walked without intermission, sometimes going at a sling trot, and then easing down again.

Dark as was the night, their guide trod the paths without hesitation or pause.

The boys could scarce see the ground upon which they trod, but the eyes of the native were keener than theirs, and to him the way seemed as clear as in broad daylight.
After traversing for some miles a flat, level country, they began to mount; and for about two hours ascended a mountain, thickly covered with forest.

Then the guide stopped, and motioned to them that he could now go no further, and must rest for the present.
The boys were surprised at this sudden stop, for their guide had gone along so quickly and easily that he taxed, to the utmost, their powers of progression; while he, himself, never breathed any harder than when walking upon the level ground.

They had, however, no means of interrogating him, for he spoke no language which they understood.
Without a word, the lad threw himself down at full length, an example which they followed without hesitation.
"I wonder," Ned said, "why he stopped." "Because he is tired, I expect," Gerald replied; "or that he does not know the exact spot upon which he is likely to meet the band; and that he has taken us, so far, along the one path which was certain to lead in the right direction, but for the precise spot he must wait, till morning." It was not many minutes before the three lads were fast asleep, but with the first gleam of daylight the Indian boy awoke.