They advanced very slowly through thickets and across email streams, with mists and vapors so dense that they could see but little ahead. They did not make more than seven or eight miles that day, and, wet and miserable, they camped for the night. The guard was still maintained, and Phil was on duty that night until twelve. When midnight came he crawled into the wagon, depressed and thoroughly exhausted. But he slept well, and the next morning the rain was over. The mists and vapors were gone, and a beautiful sun was shining. All of Phil’s good spirits came back as he sprang out of the wagon and looked at the drying earth. The whole camp was transformed. The cooking fires burned ruddily and with a merry crackle. The men sang their little songs and made their little jokes. They told one another joyously that they would be out of the forest soon and upon the open prairies. They would be in Texas--Texas, that wonderful land of mystery and charm; Texas, already famous for the Alamo and San Jacinto. The fact that this Texas was filled with dangers took nothing from the glow at their hearts. Phil shared in the general enthusiasm, and cried with the others, "Ho for Texas!" Arenberg’s face became very grave. "Do not be carried away with the high feelings that run to the head," he said. "No harm iss done where none iss meant, but it iss a long road across Texas, and there iss no mile of it which does not have its dangers. Who should know better than I?" "You speak the truth," said Middleton. "I often think of that Comanche, Black Panther, whose face Phil saw in the thicket." "You are right to speak of it," said Bill Breakstone. "I have been in the West. I have spent years there. I have been in places that no other white man has ever seen, and just when you think this West, beyond the white man’s frontier, is most peaceful, then it is most dangerous. _Hamlet_, Prince of Denmark, was a dreamy kind of fellow, but when the time came he was a holy terror." Phil was impressed, but in a little while it seemed to him that it could scarcely be so. The threat contained in Black Panther’s face was fading fast from his mind, and danger seemed to him very far. His exuberance of spirit was heightened by the easy journey that they now had through a forest without any undergrowth. The wagons rolled easily over short, young grass, and the thick boughs of the trees overhead protected them from the sun. "Do you know the country, Bill?" asked Middleton. "I think so," replied Breakstone. "Unless I’m mightily mistaken, and I don’t think I am, this forest ends in four or five miles. Then we come right out on the genuine Texas plain, rolling straight; away for hundreds of miles. I think I’ll take Phil here and ride forward and see if I’m not right. Come, Phil!"