He sighed.

They might as well have been riding in broad daylight.
Toward midnight the swells and dips of the plain became accentuated, and they lost sight of the pursuing Lipans.

But there was yet no forest to hide them, only the miserable mesquite and the ragged yucca.

Save for them the plain stretched away as bare and brown as ever.

Two hours more with the Lipans still lost to view, Obed called a halt.
"The Lipans will pick up our trail in the morning," he said.