lation and he pursued it. While he was pursuing it his mind relaxed
more and more and traveled farther and farther away from his flight and
hiding. Then his heavy eyelids pulled down, and, while his pursuers yet
searched the thickets for him, he slept.

But his other self, which men had thought of as far back as Socrates,
kept guard. When he had slept an hour a tiny voice in his ear, no louder
than the ticking of a watch, told him to awake, that danger was near.
He obeyed the call, sleep was lifted from him and he opened his eyes.
But with inherited caution he did not move. He still lay flat in his
covert, trusting to his ears, and did not make a leaf move about him.

His ears told him that leaves were rustling not very far away, not more
than a hundred feet. His power of hearing was great, and the forest
seemed to make it uncommonly sensitive and delicate.

He knew that the rustling of the leaves was made by a man walking.
By and by he heard his footfalls, and he knew that he wore heavy boots,
or his feet would not have crushed down in such a decisive manner.
He was looking for something, too, because the footfalls did not go
straight on, but veered about.

Harry was well aware that it was a Union soldier, and that he was the
object of his search. He was a clumsy man, not used to forests, because
Harry heard him stumble twice, when his feet caught on vines. Nor
was any comrade near, or he would have called to him for the sake of
companionship. Harry judged that he was originally a mill hand, and
he did not feel the least alarm about him, laughing a little at his
clumsiness and awkwardness, as he trod heavily among the bushes, tripped
again on the vines, and came so near falling that he could hear the rifle
rattle when it struck a tree. He did not have the slightest fear of the
man, and at last, raising his head, he took a look.

All his surmises were justified. He saw a great hulking youth of heavy
and dull countenance, carrying a rifle awkwardly, his place obviously
around some town and not in the depths of a forest, looking for a wary
enemy, who knew more of the wilderness than he could ever learn in all
his life. Harry saw that he was perspiring freely and that he looked
more like the hunted than the hunter. His eyes expressed bewilderment.
He was obviously lonely and apprehensive, not because he was a coward,
but because the situation was so strange to him.

Besides his rifle he carried a large kna