But he did not yet go.

He and Paul knew that they must not move for many minutes.

A warrior might turn on his track, see their risen forms, and with his cry bring the whole band back again.

They yet lay motionless and still, while the moonlight filtered through the leaves and the silence of the forest endured.

Henry rose at last, and led the way again.
"They are certainly beating up the woods for us," said he, "and I think that party will stumble right upon the little hollow where we rested.