He loitered, therefore, in the thickest of the thickets, willing to wait until night came for his enterprise.

It was advisable, moreover, to wait, because he did not see yet just how he was going to succeed.

He spent nearly the whole day shifting here and there through the forest, but late in the afternoon, as the Indians yet seemed so numerous in the woods, he concluded to go back toward the islet.
He was about two miles from the swamp when he heard a cry, sharp but distant.

It was that of the savages, and Henry instinctively divined the cause.

A party of the warriors had come somehow upon his trail, and they would surely follow it.