Just at twilight they heard a faint shout again and the faint shout in reply, telling them the pursuit was maintained, but the night fortunately proved to be very dark, and, an hour or two later, they came to a heavy windrow, the result of some old hurricane into which they drew for shelter and rest.

They knew that not even the Indian trailers could find them there in such darkness, and for the present they were without apprehension.
"Do you think they will pass us in the night ?" asked Robert.
"No," replied Tayoga.

"They will wait until the dawn and pick up the trail anew." "Then we'd better start again about midnight." "I think so, too." Meanwhile, lying comfortably among the fallen trees and leaves, they waited in silence..