The second warrior stood on one side, watching, and when Paul glanced at him he saw the savage move ever so little, but as if driven by a sudden impulse, and then raise his head in the attitude of one who listened intently.

Heat replaced the ice in Paul's veins.

Had something moved in the forest?
Was it Henry?
Would he come?
The standing warrior uttered a low sound, and he who knelt with the flint and steel raised his head.

Something had moved in the forest! It might be Henry.

For Paul, the emotions of a life were concentrated in a single moment.