It turned colder and he wrapped his serape around his shoulders and chest.

Finally he grew tired of walking, and sat down on the ground, holding his rifle across his lap.

He sat on the highest point of the swell, and, despite the night, he could see a considerable distance.
His sight and hearing alike were acute, but neither brought him any alarm.

He tried to reconstruct in his mind the Lipan mode of procedure.
With the coming of the night and the disappearance of the fugitives from their sight they would spread out in a long line, in order that they might not pass the two without knowing it, and advance until midnight, perhaps.

Then they, too, would rest, and pick up the trail again in the morning.
Ned did not know that time could be so long.