But whatever happened he never let the San Antonio get out of his sight.
He was compelled to stop at last under a thick cluster of oaks, where he was somewhat sheltered from the wind and snow.

Here he dismounted again, stamped his feet vigorously for warmth and also brushed the snow from his faithful horse.

Old Jack, as usual, rubbed his nose against the boy's arm.
The horse was a source of great comfort and strength to Ned.

He always believed that he would have collapsed without him.

As nearly as he could guess the time it was about halfway between midnight and morning, and in order to preserve his strength he forced himself to eat a little more.
A half hour's rest, and remounting he resumed his slow progress by the river.