Then I remounted, and we went on.

By-and-by he asked me sullenly what I was going to do.
'Go back,' I said, 'and take the road to Auch when I come to it.' 'It will be dark in an hour,' he answered sulkily.
'I know that,' I retorted.

'We must camp and do the best we can.' And as I said, we did.

The daylight held until we gained the skirts of the pine-wood at the head of the pass.

Here I chose a corner a little off the track, and well sheltered from the wind, and bade him light a fire.