saw a chipped tree he observed the mark carefully. It was about the
same in width and length, but it was much deeper than usual. A piece of
the living wood had gone with the bark.

Henry smiled. His strong imagination reproduced the scene. There was
Shif'less Sol standing erect and comparatively strong for the first time
since the last night of the flight. He had raised his tomahawk, and
then, in the pride of his strength, had sunk it four times into the
tree, cutting out the thick chip. Henry murmured something again. It was
not now "Poor old Sol," it was "Good old Sol."

He lost the trail at the end of another mile, but after some searching
found it again in another chipped tree, and then another close by. It
still pointed in a northwesterly direction, more west than north, and
Henry hence was sure that he could never lose it long. Soon he came upon
a little heap of ashes and dead coals with feathers and bones lying
about. The feathers were those of the wild turkey, and this chapter of
the book was so plain that none could mistake it. Sol had shot a wild
turkey, and here he had cooked it and eaten of it. His fever had gone
down or he would have had no appetite. Undoubtedly he was growing much
stronger.

He traveled several miles further without seeing anything unusual, and
then he came abruptly out of the deep forest upon a tiny lake, a genuine
jewel of a little lake. It was not more than a half of a mile long,
perhaps a hundred and fifty yards across, and its deep waters were very
clear and beautiful.

The chipped trail--the last tree was not more than twenty feet
back--pointed straight to the middle of this lake and Henry was puzzled.
His own shore was low, but the far one was high and rocky.

Henry was puzzled. He could not divine what had been in Shif'less Sol's
mind, and, a tall erect figure, rifle on shoulder, he stared at the
lake. Across the water came a mellow, cheerful hail: "Henry! Oh-h-h,
Henry!"

Henry looked up--he had recognized instantly the voice of Shif'less Sol,
and there he was, standing on the bluff of the far shore. "Swim over!"
he called, "and visit me in my house!" Henry looked down toward the end
of the lake. It would be a half mile walk around it, and he decided in
favor of swimming. Again he made his clothes and arms into a bundle, and
in three or four minutes was at the other side of the lake.

As he came to the cliff Shif'less Sol extended a helping hand, but
Henry, noticing that