IN THE RIVER Paul, while not the equal of Henry in the woods, was a strong and enduring youth.

His muscles were like wire, and there were few better runners west of the mountains.

Although the weight of the second rifle might tell after a while, he did not yet feel it, and with springy step he sped after Henry, leaving the choice of course and all that pertained to it to his comrade.

After a while they heard a second cry--a wailing note--and Henry raised his head a little.
"They've come to the two who fell," he said.
But after the single lament, the warriors were silent, and Paul heard nothing more in the woods but their own light footsteps and his own long breathing.

Little birds flitted through the boughs of the trees, and now and then a hare hopped up and ran from their path.