He thought rapidly and in all his thoughts there was none of himself but as the savior of the little party.

It seemed to come to him naturally that he should be the protector and champion.
When he had gone about fifty yards he uttered a shout, long, swelling and full of warning.

Then he turned to his right and crashed through the undergrowth, purposely making a noise that the pursuing warriors could not fail to hear.

Ross and the others, he knew, would be aroused instantly by his cry and would take measures of safety.

Now the savages would be likely to follow him alone, and he noted by the sounds that they had turned aside to do so.
At this moment Henry Ware felt nothing but exultation that he, a boy, should prove himself a match for all the cunning of the forest-bred, and he thought not at all of the pursuit that came so fiercely behind him.
He ran swiftly and now directly more than a mile from the camp of his friends.