Refreshed by his rest and sleep, and relieved by the removal of the bandages from his wrists, he walked beside Wyatt with a springy step, and his outlook upon life was fairly cheerful.

It was wonderful what the comradeship of one of his own kind did for him! After all, he had probably been deceived about Braxton Wyatt.

Merely because his ways were not the ways of Henry and Paul was not proof that he was not the right kind of fellow.

Now he was sympathetic and helpful enough, when sympathy and help were needed.
The march northward was leisurely.

The Shawnees seemed to have no further expectation of meeting a foe, and they were not so vigilant.