The rest of you will go to sleep, and Tom and I will watch." Paul, Jim Hart, and Shif'less Sol rolled themselves in their blankets and lay down under a tree, the shiftless one murmuring, "Now, this is what I like," and the others saying nothing.

Paul was devoutly grateful for the blanket, because the air was now quite cold, but in five minutes all emotions were lost in deep and dreamless sleep.
When Paul awoke from his slumber he started up in horror.

Three powerful, painted Shawnees stood over him.

He was so much overwhelmed by the catastrophe that he could only utter a kind of gasp.

But the blood flowed back from his heart into his veins when he heard the dry laugh of Long Jim Hart.
"Paul," said Jim, "I'd like to introduce you to the three new Shawnee warriors that you used to know, when they were white, an' that you called then Henry Ware, Tom Ross, and Sol Hyde." "Why, what has happened ?" asked Paul, still in the depths of astonishment.
Then Henry spoke, and he spoke gravely.
"Sol did not sleep long, Paul," he said, "and when he awoke he joined us.
Then we went to meet the three Shawnee messengers, carrying war belts and peace belts, for the Miamis to choose.