He plunged on with long, reckless strides which soon placed a widening gap between him and the rest of the party.
By degrees he began to recollect his whereabouts.

The way grew less difficult--occasionally there were signs of a path.

Every moment the soft, damp heat grew more intense and clammy.

Every time he touched his forehead he found it dripping.

But of these things he recked very little, for every step now brought him nearer to the end of his journey.
Faintly, through the midday silence he could hear the clanging of copper instruments and the weird mourning cry of the defeated natives.