But he stopped when he was thirty or forty yards away and looked back.

The chief and the warriors stood side by side as he had left them, motionless and gazing after him.

It was night now and to eyes less keen than Henry's their forms would have melted into the dusk, but he saw every outline distinctly, the lean brown features and the black shining eyes.

He waved his hands to them--a white man's action--and resumed his flight, not looking back again.
It was a dark night and the forest stretched on, black and endless, the trunks of the trees standing in rows like phantoms of the dusk.

Henry looked up at the moon and the few stars, and reckoned his course.
Wareville lay many hundred miles away, chiefly to the south, and he had a general idea of the direction, but the war party would know exactly, and its advantage there would perhaps be compensation for the superior speed of one man.