Instead, they dawdled about in the thick forest that clothed the southern bank, and ate more venison and buffalo meat, although they did not kindle any fire.
A day or two passed thus amid glorious sunshine, and Paul still could not understand why they waited.
Meanwhile he still clung tenaciously to his great hope.

He might escape, he might be rescued, and then Henry and he would resume their task which would help so much to save Kentucky.

No matter what happened, Paul would never lose sight of this end..