Changing saddles every ten miles, they rode on till past midnight, when they halted; for the horses, accustomed as they were to long journeys, were now completely broken down, and Jim and his master could scarce keep their seats.
"Too much long," Jim said, as he threw himself down, after taking off the saddles and hobbling the horses; "too much long, sah." "It is long, Jim," Reuben replied.

"People in England would hardly believe horses could go a hundred miles in a day, even if led a part of the distance.

Another fifty miles will take us to Donald's.
It is about twenty miles to the water hole where we camped, the first night; and that was about thirty miles from the station." "Shall Jim light a fire, sah ?" "No, Jim, it isn't worth while.

There is some cold meat in my haversack, if you are hungry; but I am too tired to eat.

If there are any natives prowling about, a fire might bring them round on us." "No tink black fellows near, massa." "I don't think so either, but I don't want to run the risk, Jim; besides, I am sure neither of us can be trusted to keep watch." Reuben, in spite of his fatigue, was some time before he could get off to sleep.