At last he halted, sick and weary; but, when he had rested an hour or two, he heard afar off the halloo of his pursuers.

Struggling to his feet he continued his flight, and ran until after dark.

He then threw himself down and snatched a few hours' restless sleep, but, as soon as the moon rose, he renewed his run for life, carefully covering his trail whenever possible.

At last he distanced his enemies.

For five days he went straight through the woods, naked, bruised, and torn, living on a few berries and a couple of small crawfish he caught in a stream.