Will dismounted and knelt to study the tracks. He found several familiar signs among them, noting that the bulk of their quarry was still on foot.
‘It’s them all right,’ he said, looking up at Halt. The grey-bearded Ranger nodded and swept his gaze round the horizon before them.
‘Still heading south?’ he said.
‘Still heading south.’
Halt pondered the information for a few seconds, then scratched his bearded chin. ‘Maybe we should camp here for the night.’
Will looked sharply at him, not sure if he’d heard him correctly.
‘Camp?’ he said, his voice rising in pitch. ‘Halt, it’s barely noon! We’ve hours of daylight left!’
The Ranger seemed to absorb this information. Then he nodded assent.
‘Right. We’ll push on then. Lead the way.’

Halt's Peril, Chapter 24