He had not Henry's wonderful instinct in the wilderness, and he could not now tell at what point of the compass Wareville lay.

But he kept a brave heart and a brave face, and if at times he felt despair, he did not let anyone see it.
They came at last to a place where the forest thinned out, and then broke away, leaving a little prairie.

The warriors, who had previously been painting themselves in more hideous colors than ever, broke into a long, loud, wailing chant.

It was answered in similar fashion from a point beyond a swell in the prairie, and Paul knew that they had come to the Indian village.

The wailing chant was a sign that they had returned after disaster, and now all the old squaws were taking it up in reply.