All, more or less, were tired.

Dick Sand, resisted by a supreme moral energy, caused by the sentiment of duty.
Toward four o'clock in the evening, old Tom found, in the grass, an object which attracted his attention.

It was an arm, a kind of knife, of a particular shape, formed of a large, curved blade, set in a square, ivory handle, rather roughly ornamented.

Tom carried this knife to Dick Sand, who took it, examined it, and, finally, showed it to the American, saying: "No doubt the natives are not very far off." "That is so," replied Harris, "and meanwhile----" "Meanwhile ?" repeated Dick Sand, who now steadily looked Harris in the face.
"We should be very near the farm," replied Harris, hesitating, "and I do not recognize----" "You are then astray ?" quickly asked Dick Sand.
"Astray! no.

The farm cannot be more than three miles away, now.