Inasmuch as the fugitives had not returned over their own trail, the Indians, in case they took it in the morning, must make the same circuit, and thus be forced to go just as far as if the flight had been in a direct line.
It was a mystery, however, what had become of the three warriors.

They could not be near the camp, or they would have appeared when the lad returned to it.

They had left, but who could say whither they had gone?
While Ben was debating the painful question, a growing light in the direction of the Delaware told him the night was ended and the new day dawning.
The fourth day of July, the second anniversary of the Declaration of Independence, had passed.

He thought of it, standing alone in the dismal forest with danger on every hand, and oppressed by the great fear that those whom he loved more than his own life must perish in that gloomy wilderness.
He did not dare, however, to give way to his sad thoughts.

At the first streakings of light among the trees, he roused his mother and told her the alarming truth.
"I do not understand it," she replied, alluding to the absence of the Iroquois; "it must be they are in the neighborhood." The children were still sleeping quietly on the blanket.