do it. The thought stayed with him,
and then he knew that it must be true.

He cared little for a single warrior, but he did not wish to be delayed.
He increased his speed, but the sense of being followed did not depart.
He was not alarmed, but he was annoyed intensely. He had already
encountered two warriors, triumphing each time, and it seemed to him
that he ought now to be let alone.

He made a complete circle, coming back on his own tracks in order to
convince himself absolutely that he was or was not followed, and he
found a few traces in the soft earth to show him that his sixth sense
had not warned him in vain. There moccasins had passed, and the owner of
them was undoubtedly pursuing Henry. For what else but his life?

It was hard necessity, but he resolved to have it out with this warrior
who trailed him so relentlessly. Night was coming on, and he must sleep
and rest, but he could not do so with an enemy so near. Hence he now
dropped the role of the pursued, and became the pursuer.

It was a difficult task, but an occasional trace in the earth helped
him, and he followed unerringly. So intent was he upon his object that
he did not notice for some time that he was still traveling in a circle,
and that his mysterious foe was doing the same. They were going around
and around. Both were pursuers and both pursued.

Henry's annoyance increased. He had never been irritated so much before
in his life. He could not continue forever with this business and let
his mission go. Moreover, night was now much nearer. The western world
was already sinking into darkness, and the twilight would soon reach
him. He wished to deal with his enemy, while it was yet light enough to
see.

He turned directly about on his own trail and, after advancing a little,
lay hidden in the bushes. The warrior, unless uncommonly wary, would
soon come in sight. But he did not come. Henry was not able either to
see or hear a sign of him. The bushes were tinged with the reddish light
of the setting sun, but they moved only in the way in which the wind
blew them. His foe had not come into the trap, and Henry knew now that
he would not come.

He remained a full half hour in his hiding place, and then, turning
again, he tried the other way around the circle. A slight motion in the
thicket behind him told that his foe was still there, and he stopped.
His annoyance gave way to admiration. This was undoubtedly a great
warrior who trailed him, a man