Each felt a little chill at this pursuit so tenacious and so menacing.
"I wish that we had some sort of a place like that in which we faced the Mexicans, where we could put our backs to the wall and fight!" exclaimed Ned.
"I know how you feel," said Obed, "because I feel the same way myself, but there isn't any such place, Ned, and this plain doesn't ever give any sign of producing one, so we'll just ride on.

We'll trust to time and chance.

Something may happen in our favor." They strengthened their hearts, whistled to their horses and rode ahead.

As on the day before the interminable pursuit went on hour after hour.

It was another hot day, and their water bottles were almost emptied.