But border training is stern, and these two had uncommon courage and decision.
"We must go now, Sol," said Henry, "but we'll come back." "Yes," said the shiftless one, "we'll come back." Darting between the huts, they gained the southern edge of the forest before the satiated banqueters could suspect the presence of an enemy.
Here they felt themselves safe, but they did not pause.

Henry led the way, and Shif'less Sol followed at a fair degree of speed.
"You'll have to be patient with me for a little while, Henry," said Sol in a tone of humility.

"When I wuz layin' thar in the lodge with my hands an' feet tied I wuz about eighty years old, jest ez stiff ez could be from the long tyin'.

When I reached the edge o' the woods the blood wuz flowin' lively enough to make me 'bout sixty.

Now I reckon I'm fifty, an' ef things go well I'll be back to my own nateral age in two or three hours." "You shall have rest before morning," said Henry, "and it will be in a good place, too.