Then he bandaged it as best he could and arranged a sling round his neck.

This mitigated the pain of the injured member and held it in a quiet and restful position, where it had a chance to begin mending.
As Duane turned away from the river he felt refreshed.

His great strength and endurance had always made fatigue something almost unknown to him.

However, tramping on foot day and night was as unusual to him as to any other riders of the Southwest, and it had begun to tell on him.
Retracing his steps, he reached the point where he had abruptly come upon the bluff, and here he determined to follow along its base in the other direction until he found a way out or discovered the futility of such effort.
Duane covered ground rapidly.

From time to time he paused to listen.