Food meant new strength.
But he was not as reckless as he seemed.

Nothing that passed in the forest within the range of eyesight escaped his notice.

He heard the leaf, when it fell close by, and the light tread of a deer passing.

He remained a full hour between the roots, a long time for one who might have a purpose, and, after he rose, he did not scatter the fire and trample upon the brands after the wilderness custom when one was ready to depart.

The flames had died down, but he let the coals smoulder on, and, hundreds of yards away, he could still see their smoke.