He breathed a sigh of satisfaction. All was well. The sun was fast sinking beneath the hills, the prey was in sight and no hand could be lifted to help.
The moment the shadows closed over the ravine he rose, stretched his cramped body and turned to Thompson.
"Build your fire for supper."
Thompson nodded.
"And give our men all they can eat."
"Yes, sir."
"They'll need their strength to-night."
"I understand."
The supper ready, Brown gathered his band around the camp fire and offered thanks to his God. The meal was eaten in silence. The tension of an imperious mind had gripped the souls of his men. They moved as if stalking game at close quarters.
And they were doing this exactly.