But his progress had been slow, and when darkness came again he was not more than eight or ten miles from the hole into which he had fallen after the Willow had shot him.
Baree did not travel far this night.

The fact that his wound had come with dusk, and his fight with Oohoomisew still later, filled him with caution.

Experience had taught him that the dark shadows and the black pits in the forest were possible ambuscades of danger.

He was no longer afraid, as he had once been, but he had had fighting enough for a time, and so he accepted circumspection as the better part of valor and held himself aloof from the perils of darkness.

It was a strange instinct that made him seek his bed on the top of a huge rock up which he had some difficulty in climbing.