The last afterglow had faded.

The darkness was heavy with warmth.

The thick foliage of spring rustled gently.

Dick's sensation that something unusual was happening did not depart.
The four men, after looking at one another, looked fixedly at Dick.
"Sonny," said Robertson, "you ain't got no call to worry 'bout our troubles.

As I said, this is a good, strong hoss of mine, an' it will carry us just as far as we go an' no further." It was an enigmatical reply, and Dick saw that it was useless to ask them questions.