The hand of the other alone was left, and then it, too, was gone.

But the five had held the island, and Carpenter was leading the fugitives on toward Fort Penn.

They had not only held it, but they believed that they could continue to hold it against anything, and their hearts became exultant.

Something, too, to balance against the long score, lay out there in the swamp, and all the five, bitter over Wyoming, were sorry that Braxton Wyatt was not among them.
The stillness came again.

The sun did not break through the heavy gray sky, and the somber shadows brooded over "The Shades of Death." They heard again the splash of water animals, and a swimming snake passed on the murky surface.