Paul shuddered with disgust.
More than two weeks passed thus, and it seemed to Paul that he was not only lost to his own world, but forgotten by it.

Kentucky and all his friends had dipped down under the horizon, and would never reappear.

Henry and Ross and Shif'less Sol would certainly have come for him if they could, but perhaps they had fallen, slain in the night battle.

His heart stood still at the thought, but he resolutely put it away.

It did not seem to him that one of such strength and skill as Henry Ware could be killed.
Paul sat on a rock about the twilight hour one day, and watched the sun sinking into the dark forest.