"They're thar in the woods, a-helpin'." Daunted by the sudden covering fire, the pursuing mob fell back for a few moments, and the two fugitives plunged into the deep and friendly shadows of the woods.

Three figures, all carrying smoking rifles, rose up to meet them.

The figures were those of Henry Ware, Tom Ross, and Jim Hart.

Henry reached out his hand and gave Paul's a strong and joyous grasp.
"Well, Sol has brought you!" he said.
"But Sol's not goin' to stop runnin' yet for a long time, tired ez he is," gasped the shiftless one.
"Good advice," said Henry, laughing low, and without another word the five ran swiftly and steadily northward through the deep woods.

Henry had on his shoulder an extra rifle, which he had brought for Paul, so confident was he that Sol would save him; but he said nothing about it for the present, preferring to carry the added weight himself.