Paul understood, and, rising to his feet, followed.

The second warrior came close behind, and Paul was as securely a prisoner as if he were in the midst of a band of a hundred.

Once or twice he looked around at the silent woods and thought of running, but it would have been the wildest folly.

His hands tied, he could have been quickly overtaken, or, if not that, a bullet.

He sternly put down the temptation, and plodded steadily on between the warriors, the broad, brown back of the one in front of him always leading the way.
It seemed to him that they sought the densest part of the undergrowth, where the night shadows lay thickest, and he was wise enough to know that they did it to hide their trail from possible pursuit.