Even the wariest of Indians in such desolate weather might fail to keep a watch.

But Henry did not suffer.

The fur cap was drawn farther over chin and ears, and the buckskin gloves kept his fingers warm and flexible.

Besides, his blood was uncommonly hot in his veins.
His comprehensive eye told him that, while some of the buildings had not been destroyed, they were so ravaged and damaged that they could never be used again, save as a passing shelter, just as they were being used now.

He slid cautiously about the desolate place.