What he really wished to hear was the soft crunch of Long Jim's moccasins on the grass and leaves.
The night passed, the day came, and Henry awakened his comrades.

Long Jim was still missing and their alarm was justified.

Whatever trail lie might have struck, he would have returned in the night unless something had happened to him.

Henry had vague theories, but nothing definite, and he kept them to himself.

Yet they must make a change in their plans.