With that Crow cut the thongs which bound Isaac's legs and placing him between two of the Indians, led the way into the forest.
Moving like spectres in the moonlight they marched on and on for hours.

Crow was well named.

He led them up the stony ridges where their footsteps left no mark, and where even a dog could not find their trail; down into the valleys and into the shallow streams where the running water would soon wash away all trace of their tracks; then out on the open plain, where the soft, springy grass retained little impress of their moccasins.
Single file they marched in the leader's tracks as he led them onward through the dark forests, out under the shining moon, never slacking his rapid pace, ever in a straight line, and yet avoiding the roughest going with that unerring instinct which was this Indian's gift.

Toward dawn the moon went down, leaving them in darkness, but this made no difference, for, guided by the stars, Crow kept straight on his course.

Not till break of day did he come to a halt.
Then, on the banks of a narrow stream, the Indians kindled a fire and broiled some of the venison.