Then he lay down again and gradually weary nature became the master of him.

The woods grew dim, and faded away, the fire vanished and he was in slumberland.
When Henry awoke it was because some one was tugging at his shoulder.

He knew now that the Indian warriors had come across the Ohio, and had seized him, and he sprang up ready to make a fierce resistance.
"Don't fight, Henry! It's me--Paul!" cried a boyish voice, and Henry letting his muscles relax rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

It was Paul sure enough standing beside him, and the sun again was high up in the heavens.

The fire was still burning, though it had died down somewhat.
"Oh, my breakfast!" cried Henry as he felt a sudden pang.
"Come, let's see if we're going to have any," said Paul, and off they went to their snares.