He, too, measured his powder and counted his bullets, while he strove also to forget the hot thirst that tormented him.
The sun sank in the forest, the wan twilight deepened into shadow, and the shadow darkened into night.

The trees where the Shawnees lay hidden were gone in the dusk, which hung so close that Paul could see but the nearest of his comrades.

Only the murmur of night insects and the faint rustle of leaves came to his ears.

The feeling of awe returned, and his blood grew chill.

Then it was a relief to him to know that he had a comrade in this sensation.
"Ef an owl would only hoot once or twice now," whispered Shif'less Sol, "I think I'd jump right out o' my huntin' shirt." Paul laughed and felt better.
"Now, Paul," continued Shif'less Sol, very gravely this time, "lemme give you a piece o' mighty good advice.