It was Ross who saved him by shooting the leading bull, thus compelling them to divide when they came to his body, by which action they left a clear space where he and Henry stood.

After that Henry, as became one of fast-ripening experience and judgment, grew more cautious.
All the party were in keen enjoyment of the great journey, and felt in their veins the thrill of the wilderness.

Paul's studious face took on the brown tan of autumn, and even the schoolmaster, a man of years who liked the ways of civilization, saw only the pleasures of the forest and closed his eyes to its hardships.

But there was none who was caught so deeply in the spell of the wilderness as Henry, not even Ross nor the shiftless one.

There was something in the spirit of the boy that responded to the call of the winds through the deep woods, a harking back to the man primeval, a love for nature and silence.
The forest hid many things from the schoolmaster, but he knew the hearts of men, and he could read their thoughts in their eyes, and he was the first to notice the change in Henry or rather less a change than a deepening and strengthening of a nature that had not found until now its true medium.