To the right of the trail there seemed to be a slight mound where he could rest awhile, and yet keep his watchful survey of the horizon.

But on reaching it he found that it was only a tangle of taller mesquite grass, into which he sank with his burden.

Nevertheless, if useless as a point of vantage, it offered a soft couch for Susy, who seemed to have fallen quite naturally into her usual afternoon siesta, and in a measure it shielded her from a cold breeze that had sprung up from the west.

Utterly exhausted himself, but not daring to yield to the torpor that seemed to be creeping over him, Clarence half sat, half knelt down beside her, supporting himself with one hand, and, partly hidden in the long grass, kept his straining eyes fixed on the lonely track.
The red disk was sinking lower.

It seemed to have already crumbled away a part of the distance with its eating fires.