He was so much exhausted that he scarcely moved during all that time.

Nor did the horse.

Old Jack had run his good race and won the victory, and he, too, cared for nothing but to rest.
Before morning some Lipan buffalo hunters passed, but they took no notice of the grove and soon disappeared in the west.

After the dawn a detachment of Mexican lancers riding to the east to join the force of Santa Anna also passed the clump of trees, but the horse and man lay in the densest part of it, and no pair of Mexican eyes was keen enough to see them there.

They were answering the call of Santa Anna, and they rode on at a trot, the grove soon sinking out of sight behind them.
Ned was awakened at last by the sun shining in his face.