We traveled on the horse through the night, stopping briefly to relieve ourselves and to eat and drink. It was hard to get off the horse knowing I was going back on it again, but this seemed to be the way they traveled and I refused to complain again. Jem said they traded sleeping if they got tired, one slept while the other steered the horse, and if those on a horse by themselves got tired they simply threw a rope to one of the others to pull their way. For two days we rode, stopping to rest the horses and eat and relieve ourselves. My legs were jelly, and my back was in so many knots I couldn’t stand straight by the second day. Still, I refused to complain, and when Jem asked me if I was hurt and I told him no, I couldn’t help but feel happy by the slightly impressed look in his eyes
