Now he came to rough country, steep little hills, and a dense undergrowth of interlacing bushes, and twining thorny vines.

But he made his way through them in a manner that only one forest-bred could compass, and pressed on with speed but little slackened.
When the night became darkest, in the forest just before morning he lay down in the deepest shadow of a thicket, his hand upon his rifle, and in a few minutes was sleeping soundly.

It was a matter of training with him to sleep whenever sleep was needed and he had no nerves.

He knew, too, despite his haste that he must save his strength, and he did not hesitate to follow the counsels of prudence.
It was his will that he should sleep about four hours, and, his system obeying the wish, he awoke at the appointed time.

The sun was rising over the vast, green wilderness, lighting up a world seemingly as lonely and deserted as it had been the night before.