The horses had had nothing to drink since the day before and the two fugitives began to feel for them, but about noon they came to a little pool, lying in a dip or hollow between the swells.

It was perhaps fifty feet either way, less than a foot deep and the water was yellowish in color, but it contained no alkali nor any other bitter infusion.
Moreover, grass grew around its edges and some wild ducks swam on its surface.

It would have been a good place for a camp and they would have stayed there gladly had it not been for that threat which always hung on the southern horizon.
The water was warm, but the horses drank deeply, and Ned and Obed refilled their bottles.

The stop enabled the pursuing Lipans to come within a mile of them, but, moving away at an increased pace, they began to lengthen the gap.
"The Lipans will stop and water their ponies and themselves just as we have done," said Obed.

"Everything that we have to endure they have to endure, too.