VI
The water!
Leaning on the long mane of his fast horse, Waltermyer devoured the space, followed by the desolate father, and a few brave companions. Each one ran silently, without breathing, with his eye on the watch and his ear to the ground. The whole troop knew that a minute lost would be an irreparable misfortune.
But there was still some uncertainty as to which way to go. Miles Morse, who was following with great difficulty the impetuous pace of the trapper, told him of his uncertainties.
- Ah, I know my way," he answered abruptly, still galloping, "you understand, I see the trail in the air, in the foliage, in the blades of grass; that is my real hunt! It is as good as that of the deer, or the antelope, or the buffalo; the sound of my good horse's four feet on the sounding earth
