Here they had left Paul and Jim Hart, and they knew that they must be somewhere near.

Henry gave forth the whip-poor-will cry--the long, wailing note, inexpressibly plaintive and echoing far through the autumn woods.

It was repeated once and twice, and presently came the answering note.
The three walked with confidence toward the point from which the answer had come, and soon they saw Paul and Jim Hart advancing joyously to meet them.
Paul listened with amazement to the story of their wonderful adventure, told in a few brief phrases.

Not many words were needed for him.

His vivid imagination at once pictured it all--the deadly play of words in the Council House, the ambushing of Braxton Wyatt, and the triumphant result.
"That was diplomacy, statesmanship, Henry," he said.
"We're going to stay up here a while longer, Paul," said Henry.