The fascination of his personality had been so impelling that long after it was withdrawn a charm lingered around everything which reminded them of him; a subtle and sweet memory, with perverse and half bitter persistence, returned hauntingly.

No trace of Joe had been seen by any of the friendly Indian runners.

He was gone into the mazes of deep-shadowed forests, where to hunt for him would be like striving to trail the flight of a swallow.

Two of those he had left behind always remembered him, and in their thoughts followed him in his wanderings.
Jim settled down to his study of Indians with single-heartedness of purpose.

He spent part of every morning with the interpreters, with whose assistance he rapidly acquired the Delaware language.