inquiring look. He did
not seem to be interested in anything beyond the glade. He was not
searching for any way of escape. He was content with the present,
ignoring the future. When the time came for them to go he approached
White Lightning and held out his hands.

"I am ready to be bound," he said.

A low murmur of approval came from two or three of the Wyandots who
stood near.

"Let the promise go another day?" said White Lightning with a rising
inflection.

"If you wish," said Henry. He saw no reason why he should not give such
a promise. He knew that the Wyandots would watch him far too well to
allow a chance of escape, and another such opportunity as the storm was
not to be expected.

The chief said not another word, but merely motioned to Henry, who took
his old place as fourth in the line with Anue at the head. Then the
march was resumed, and they went steadily toward the northeast, moving
in swiftness and silence. Henry made no further effort to embarrass
Hainteroh, who again was just before him. His reasons were two--the
Wyandot now had a broken arm, and the boy had already proved his
quality.

The day was beautiful after the storm. The sky had been washed clean by
wind and rain, and now it was a clear, silky blue. The country, an
alternation of forest and little prairies, was of surpassing fertility.
The pure air, scented with a thousand miles of unsullied wilderness, was
heaven to the nostrils, and Henry took deep and long breaths of it. He
had suffered no harm from the night before. His vigorous young frame
threw off cold and stiffness, and he felt only the pleasure of abounding
physical life. Although the wind was blowing, he did not hear that human
note among the leaves again. It was only when his mind was thoroughly
attuned and clothed about in a mystical atmosphere that it made a
response. But his absolute belief that he would escape remained.

Henry was troubled somewhat by the thought of his comrades. He was
afraid, despite his warning to them, that they would leave the fleet and
search for him when he did not return, and he knew that Adam Colfax
needed them sorely. This was the country that they knew best, the
country Adam Colfax and his men knew least. It was best for another
reason that they did not seek him. So wary a foe as the Wyandot could
keep away help from the outside, and, if he escaped, he must escape
alone.

They traveled swiftly and almost without a word until noon, when they