Even as it is, the toil soon begins to tell on his wasted strength.

His veins are almost emptied of blood.
Nor do they proceed a very great distance before again coming to a halt; though far enough to feel sure that, standing erect, they cannot be descried by any one who may have ascended the cliff at the place where they took departure from it.
But they have also reached that which offers them a chance of concealment--in short, a forest.

It is a forest not discernible at more than a mile's distance, for the trees that compose it are "shin oaks," the tallest rising to the height of only eighteen inches above the surface of the ground.

Eighteen inches is enough to conceal the body of a man lying in a prostrate attitude; and as the Lilliputian trees grow thick as jimson weeds, the cover will be a secure one.

Unless the pursuers should stray so close as to tread upon them, there will be no danger of their being seen.