But now that the sun had gone down, a cool breeze begins to play over its surface, fanning them to fresh energy.
Besides, the night closing over them--the moon not yet up--has removed the necessity for keeping any longer in concealment, and they proceed onward without fear.

Hamersley feels as if fresh blood had been infused into his veins; and he is ready to spring to his feet at the same time as his comrade.
"Frank! d'ye think ye kin go a little furrer now ?" is the interrogatory put by the hunter.
"Yes, Walt; miles further," is the response.

"I feel as if I could walk across the grandest spread of prairie." "Good!" ejaculates the guide.

"I'm glad to hear you talk that way.

If we kin but git a wheen o' miles atween us an' them yelpin' savages, we may hev a chance o' salvation yit.