The features were immobile, the eyes fixed and hard, but when the gaze of any one of them, even the chief, met the boy's it was quickly turned.

There was about them something furtive, something of the lower kingdom of the animals.

That inherited primitive instinct, recently flaming up with such strength in him, did not tell him that they were his full brethren.
But he did not hate them, instead they interested him.
After eating they rested an hour or more in the covert of a thicket and Henry saw the beautiful day unfold.

The sunshine was dazzling in its glory, the crisp wind made one's blood sparkle like a tonic, and it was good merely to live.

A vast horizon inclosed only the peace of the wilderness.
The chief said some words to Henry, but the boy could understand none of them, and he shook his head.