The figure of the great youth was gone.

It had been there and then it was not there, and only some bushes, waving slightly, told where it had been.

He regained his musket, and, still bewildered, rejoined his comrades to tell them a story that they did not more than half believe.
Henry, laughing a little, returned to Paul.

It had been a simple trick.

He had merely darted away among the bushes, while Luiz was still in a daze.
"I did not want to see the man killed," he said, "and maybe we have sowed a good seed, that will grow up in time, and produce something." "It may be," added Paul.
They went a little farther into the forest and watched the Spaniards finish their hunt, gather up as much of their game as they could carry, and depart.