VIII
Fire on the Meadow
Though after so severe an ordeal rest was sweet to his companions, in the midst of the cool green oasis where they had halted, Waltermyer did not think it necessary to let them interrupt the pursuit too long. He knew that the enemy whose trail they were pursuing would make no halt, and would always push forward with horses born on the prairie, hard to fatigue and insensible to all the inclemencies of the air. The thought also occurred to him that the night would delay them in a very untoward manner, and that it was necessary to use as much of the rest of the day as possible to advance. As soon as he thought the horses sufficiently rested, he gave the order to start.
- Which way shall we go, Waltermyer?" asked Miles Morse; "we have finished with the prairie, I hop
