He continued to stride forward with the same swift, certain step as in the day time.

But for Harry, who could see nothing but his leader's head and shoulders, and, whose every effort was required to keep these in sight, the journey was full of painful toil.
The relaxation from the intense strain manifested itself in proportion as they seemed to recede from the presence of the enemy, and his spirits flagged continually.
In the daylight the brush and briers had been annoying and hurtful, and the roughness of the way very trying.

Now the one was wounding and cruel; the other made every step with his jaded limbs a torture.

With the low spirits engendered by the great fatigue, came a return of the old fears and tremors.

The continual wails of the wildcats roundabout filled him with gloomy forebodings.