No sound at all came from the group, and any one fifty yards away, not forewarned, could not have told that they were there.
Henry and Paul met again about midnight, and sat a long time on a little hillock.

Theirs had been the most dangerous of lives on the most dangerous of frontiers, but they had never been stirred as they were tonight.

Even Paul, the mildest of the five, felt something burning within him, a fire that only one thing could quench.
"Henry," said he, "we're trying to get these people to Fort Penn, and we may get some of them there, but I don't think our work will be ended them.

I don't think I could ever be happy again if we went straight from Fort Penn to Kentucky." Henry understood him perfectly.
"No, Paul," he said, "I don't want to go, either, and I know the others don't.

Maybe you are not willing to tell why we want to stay, but it is vengeance.