my chums—have been for years. It's too bad, but we've got to make the best on it, and not cry over spilt milk."
When Walter had rested, the journey was resumed over a grassy field where walking was- fairly easy. Then they reached another rocky territory, and here Palmer called a halt, stating that the youth had done enough for that day.
"To-morrow, if you're equal to it, we can go a bit farther," he observed. "If you break down, you may have a long spell of sickness," he added, as he looked at the youth's flushed face, where the color seemed to come and go.
Two more days slipped by, and they covered twenty miles. The travelling taxed Walter to the utmost and made him feverish, and he had to rest every mile or two. They had crossed one small stream, but this was not large enough for a craft of any sort.
The day following, Palmer went on ahead, fearing they were journeying into a territory where Walter could not travel. Hardly had he disappeared, when he came back full of excitement.
"I've struck the rebels with some of our prisoners!" he cried.
