The hunters must have wandered far in their search for game.

They might not return in time.
Again Henry bethought him of firing the musket to give them a signal.
But even if heard, it might not have this effect.

They knew that he was able to hold and handle the great gun, and might think some bird or animal had come near and tempted him to take a shot at it.
On the other hand, the report would strike upon the ears of the mias, might distract it from the triumph in which it was indulging, and bring it to the spot where they were standing.

Then, with an empty gun in his hand, what defence could the youth make, either for himself or for his sister?
To fire the gun would never do.

Better leave the trigger unpulled, and trust to Providence for protection.
And then, as the brave boy reflected on the many dangers through which they had passed, and how they had always been delivered by some fortunate interposition, he knew it must be the hand of Providence, and was content to rely upon it again.
He said so to his little sister, whispering consolation, as with one hand he drew her close to him, the other resting upon the musket.