When he stood up he found himself stiff from lying long in a cramped
position. His face burned from the bites of the mosquitoes, which still
hung in swarms about him, and he felt dizzy.
But Dick remembered his mission, and his resolve to perform it was not
shaken a particle. He had lost his horse, but he could walk. Perhaps
his chance of success would be greater on foot in such a dangerous
country.
He advanced now with extreme caution, feeling the way carefully and
testing the ground before he put his foot down solidly. Still trusting
to his ears he stopped now and then, and listened for some sound from his
enemy in pursuit. But nothing came, and soon he became quite sure that
he had shaken him off. He was merely a dot in the wilderness in the dark,
and, feeling secure now, he pressed forward with more speed.
He was hoping to get to a piece of firm, high ground, where he might
secure a measure of protection from those terrible mosquitoes which still
buzzed angrily about his head. In an hour chance favored him, as he
reached a low ridge much rockier than usual in that region.
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