Mr.Wells labored in the rear.
"Oh! Jim! Look back! Look back! See if we are pursued!" cried Nell frequently, with many a earful glance into the dense thickets.
The Indian took a straight course through the woods.

He leaped the brooks, climbed the rough ridges, and swiftly trod the glades that were free of windfalls.

His hurry and utter disregard for the plain trail left behind, proved his belief in the necessity of placing many miles between the fugitives and the Village of Peace.

Evidently they would be followed, and it would be a waste of valuable time to try to conceal their trail.

Gradually the ground began to rise, the way become more difficult, but Wingenund never slackened his pace.
Nell was strong, supple, and light of foot.