He was tired of running, of seeking to escape, and his warlike blood was up and leaping.

Two more men who had been out ranging the woods for buffalo, or any other worthy game that might happen in their way, came in presently, and the little army, with the addition of the two boys, was now raised to the number of ten.

And a real little army it was, fortified with indomitable hearts and all the skill and knowledge of the wilderness.
When Paul awoke beneath the pressure of Henry's hand on his shoulder, the sun was much higher, and the forest swam in limpid light.

He noticed at once that the fire was out, trampled under strong heels, and that all the men looked as if ready for instant conflict.

He rubbed his eyes and sprang to his feet, half in shame that he should have slept while others watched.
It was Shif'less Sol who came to his rescue.
"It's all right, Paul," he drawled.