Certainly he had done him wrong in his thoughts when they lived at Wareville.

But he was thinking the next moment about the pleasant odor of the deer meat as he fried it over the coals.

Then he ate hungrily, and with a full stomach came peace for the present, and confidence in the future.

He slept heavily that night, stretched on the ground before the fire, near Braxton Wyatt, and he did not awaken until late the next morning.
The Indians were very slow and leisurely about departing, and Paul realized now that, vigilant and wonderful as they were in action, they were slothful and careless when not on the war path, or busy with the chase.

He saw, also, that the band was entirely too strong to be attacked by Henry and his friends.
They marched northward several days more, at the same dawdling pace, and then they stopped a week at one place for the hunting.