Twilight deepened, yet he kept on.
"Indian, we can go no further to-night, we must rest," cried Jim, as Nell stumbled against him, and Mr.Wells panted wearily in the rear.
"Rest soon," replied the chief, and kept on.
Darkness had settled down when Wingenund at last halted.

The fugitives could see little in the gloom, but they heard the music of running water, and felt soft moss beneath their feet.
They sank wearily down upon a projecting stone.

The moss was restful to their tired limbs.

Opening the pack they found food with which to satisfy the demands of hunger.

Then, close under the stone, the fugitives sank into slumber while the watchful Indian stood silent and motionless.
Jim thought he had but just closed his eyes when he felt a gentle pressure on his arm.
"Day is here," said the Indian.
Jim opened his eyes to see the bright red sun crimsoning the eastern hills, and streaming gloriously over the colored forests.