The sun set late, but the twilight
began to fall at last, and they saw about them many places suitable for
a camp and supper. But Colonel Talbot, who was now at the head of the
line, rode on and gave no sign.
"If I were riding a bay horse fifteen hands high I could go on, too,
forever," whispered Langdon to Harry.
"Remember your belief that everything happens for the best and just keep
on marching."
The twilight retreated before the dark, but the regiment continued.
Harry saw a dusky colonel on a dusky horse at the head of the line,
and nearer by was Lieutenant-Colonel St. Hilaire, also riding, silent
and stern. The Invincibles were weary. It was now nine o'clock,
and they had marched many hours without a rest, but they did not dare to
murmur, at least not loud enough to be heard by Colonel Leonidas Talbot
and his lieutenant-colonel, Hector St. Hilaire.
"I wonder if this is going on all night," whispered Langdon.
"Very likely," returned Harry, "but remember that everything is for the
best."
Langdon gave him a reproachful look, but trudged sturdily on. They
halted about an hour later, but only for fifteen or twenty minutes.
They had now come into much rougher country, steep, with high hills
and populated thinly.
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