The horses were frisky and eager to exercise their legs in a gallop after their confinement on board ship. The third horse carrying the gold, it was hoped, would provide a mount for Katherine and her son, if the Frenchman, Claude Gameau, kept his word and released her on payment of the ransom. The scenery was a glorious feast for their eyes. They passed the end of the lines made by Lord Wellington—fieldworks stretching along the top of a range of hills, which, Nathan told Lucy, extended many miles, as far as the seashore, so as to completely shut off Lisbon from the French. Nathan had carefully planned the route they would take to the Sierras. Heading north-west, at mid-morning they had stopped to take refreshment and to rest the horses. Dusk found them camping in a clearing of tall trees close to a stream, water being an essential consideration for both horses and humans. Nathan tethered the horses to a misshapen, stunted tree. They bent their heads, cropping at the grass.
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