Back to his mind rushed an earlier escape, and how he had followed the flight of a bird to safety.

Had Tayoga's Manitou intervened again in his favor?
Was it chance?
Or did he in a dazed state imagine that he saw what he did not see?
The bird, an azure flash, flew on before him, and hope flowing in an invincible tide in his veins, he followed.

He was in continual fear lest the blue flame fade away, but on he went, over hills and across valleys and brooks, and it was always just before him.

He had been worn and weary before, but now he felt strong and active.

Courage rose steadily in his veins, and he had no doubt that he would reach friends.
Near dawn the bird suddenly disappeared among the leaves.