His gait was loose and shambling-a rare thing with him, and Henry knew that he, too, had failed.

He realized now that he had not expected anything else.
Shif'less Sol shook his head, sat down on a root and said nothing.

Henry sat down, also, and the two exchanged a look of discouragement.
"The others will be here directly," said Henry, "and perhaps Long Jim will be with one of them." But in his heart he knew that it would not be so, and the shiftless one knew that he had no confidence in his own words.
"If not," said Henry, resolved to see the better side, "we'll stay anyhow until we find him.

We can't spare good old Long Jim." Shif'less Sol did not reply, nor did Henry speak again, until lie saw the bushes moving slightly three or four hundred yards away.
"There comes Tom," he said, after a single comprehensive glance, "and he's alone." Tom Ross was also a dejected figure.

He looked at the two on the hill, and, seeing that the man for whom they were searching was not with them, became more dejected than before.
"Paul's our last chance," he said, as he joined them.