They took him with them, when they turned aside for hunting expeditions, and he was permitted now and then to use his own rifle.

Only six men in the band had guns, and two of these guns were rifles the other four being muskets.

Henry soon showed that he was the best marksman among them and respect for him grew.

The Indian whom he knocked down was slightly gored by a stag when only Henry was near, but Henry slew the stag, bound up the man's wound and stayed by him until the others came.

The warrior, Gray Fox, speedily became one of his best friends.
Henry's enjoyment became more intense; all the trammels of civilization were now thrown aside, he never thought of the morrow because the day with its interests was sufficient, and from his new friends he learned fresh lore of the forest with marvelous rapidity; they taught him how to trail, to take advantage of every shred of cover and to make signals by imitating the cry of bird or beast.