Crow told Isaac he could rest, so he made haste to avail himself of the permission, and almost instantly was wrapped in the deep slumber of exhaustion.

Three of the Indians followed suit, and Crow stood guard.

Sleepless, tireless, he paced to and fro on the bank his keen eyes vigilant for signs of pursuers.
The sun was high when the party resumed their flight toward the west.

Crow plunged into the brook and waded several miles before he took to the woods on the other shore.

Isaac suffered severely from the sharp and slippery stones, which in no wise bothered the Indians.