Is it to be wondered that he felt lonely and discouraged?
He looked back to the scenes through which he had passed: the fight; his capture; the long, weary march, under a burning sun; his treatment in the prison, the escape, and the pursuit; the hand-to-hand struggle in the woods; all came up vividly before him, and he wondered how he had escaped unhurt; and, then, what had the future in store for him?
The warning of the faithful Pomp was still ringing in his ears, and a dread of impending evil, which he could not shake off, continually pressed upon him.

For the first time since his escape, Frank was completely unnerved.

Seating himself on the ground, he covered his face with his hands, and cried like a child.
But this burst of weakness did not continue long, for he did not forget that he was still in danger.

Hastily dashing the tears from his eyes, he rose to his feet, and prepared to cross the stream.

Holding his rifle and ammunition above his head with one hand, he swam with the other, reached the opposite bank in safety, and followed the path into the swamp.