The afternoon was well advanced, but the sun was very brilliant, and it was hot within the reeds.

Great quantities of wild fowl whirred about them and along the edges of the lake.
"No warriors are in hiding near us," said Tayoga, "or the wild fowl would fly away.

We can feel sure that we have only Tandakora and his band to fear." Robert had never watched the sun with more impatience.

It was already going down the western arch, but it seemed to him to travel with incredible slowness.

Far in the north the Indian boats were mere black dots on the water, but they were turning.