"Quickly, then, for I see some of the natives getting ready to
recross the river."
Often he had to cross and
recross the rushing torrent, as it wound foaming and roaring down its broken channel, or was walled by perpendicular precipices; and imminent was the hazard of breaking the legs of the horses in the clefts and fissures of slippery rocks.
Also, as we are masters of Ulm, we cannot be deprived of the advantage of commanding both sides of the Danube, so that should the enemy not cross the Lech, we can cross the Danube, throw ourselves on his line of communications,
recross the river lower down, and frustrate his intention should he try to direct his whole force against our faithful ally.
The yachts are toys, their owner a fresh-water mariner, they can cross and
recross a pond only while the stick-boat goes to sea.
On leaving the Growleywogs General Guph had to
recross the Ripple Lands, and he did not find it a pleasant thing to do.
They had swum across the Tweed, and, in case of attack, were to
recross it in the same manner, giving the alarm; but as there was no post at that spot, and as Lambert's soldiers were not so prompt at taking to the water as Monk's were, the latter appeared not to have much uneasiness on that side.
She had interminably turned upon her tracks, she had crossed and
recrossed her haphazard path till it resembled nothing so much as a puzzling maze of pencilled lines without a meaning.
After a day thus profitably spent, they
recrossed the river, but landed on the northern shore several miles above the anchoring ground of the Tonquin, in the neighborhood of Chinooks, and visited the village of that tribe.
We saw nothing but the gas lamps, of course--two-thirds of a circle, skirting the great Bay--a necklace of diamonds glinting up through the darkness from the remote distance--less brilliant than the stars overhead, but more softly, richly beautiful--and over all the great city the lights crossed and
recrossed each other in many and many a sparkling line and curve.
Then she
recrossed the floor and lifted two of the geranium pots in her arms, moving them away from the cold window.
Thus absorbed she
recrossed the northern part of Long-Ash Lane at right angles, and presently saw before her the road ascending whitely to the upland along whose margin the remainder of her journey lay.
But though the spoor left by the fifty frightful men, unversed in woodcraft as they were, would have been as plain to the densest denizen of the jungle as a city street to the Englishman, yet he crossed and
recrossed it twenty times without observing the slightest indication that many men had passed that way but a few short hours since.