If you'll shove this 'ere meat an' bread into yer stummick, we'll begin fer to make tracks." They ate in silence and as he ate Solomon was getting his pack ready and strapping it on his back and adjusting his powder-horn.
"Ye see it's growin' light," he remarked presently in a whisper.

"Keep clost to me an' go as still as ye kin an' don't speak out loud never--not if ye want to be sure to keep yer ha'r on yer head." They started down the foot of the gorge then dim in the night shadows.
Binkus stopped, now and then, to listen for two or three seconds and went on with long stealthy strides.

His movements were panther-like, and the boy imitated them.

He was a tall, handsome, big-framed lad with blond hair and blue eyes.

They could soon see their way clearly.
At the edge of the valley the scout stopped and peered out upon it.