Willet, although weary, was in high spirits.

They had come marvelously through many perils, and Tayoga's achievement in rescuing Grosvenor, he repeated to himself, was well nigh miraculous.
After such startling luck they could not fail, and an omen of continued good fortune was the fact they had encountered the trail of Black Rifle.

He would be a powerful addition to their little force, when found, and Willet did not doubt that they would overtake him.

The only problem that really worried him now was that of food.

Small as was their army of four, it had to be provisioned, and, for the present, he did not see the way to do it.
He let the three sleep overtime, and when they awoke they were grateful to him for it.
"I am quite made over," said Grosvenor, "and I think that if I stay in the wilderness long enough I may learn to be a scout too.