The figure was that of Shif'less Sol, but he was pale and thin, and his arms and legs were securely bound with thongs of deerskin.
Leaning over, Henry cut the thongs of the shiftless one, but he did not stir.

Great forester that Shif'less Sol was, and usually so sensitive to the lightest movement, he perceived nothing now, and, had he not found him bound, Henry would have been afraid that he was looking upon his dead comrade.

The hands of the shiftless one, when the hands were cut, had fallen limply by his side, and his face looked all the more pallid by contrast with the yellow hair which fell in length about it.

But it was his old-time friend, the dauntless Shif'less Sol, the last of the five to vanish so mysteriously.
Henry bent down and pulled him by the shoulder.

The captive yawned, stretched himself a little, and lay still again with closed eyes.
Henry shook him a second time and more violently.