"Nobody in the world but you could have done it, Henry!" "I don't know about that, Paul," said Henry, "but I'd have had you back sooner if it hadn't been for the dark.

I followed you all night the best way I could, but I couldn't come up to you until day, and they began work then." He glanced significantly at the leaves and brushwood, and then, handing Paul's rifle to him, looked at those belonging to the savages.
"We'll take 'em," he said.

"It's likely we'll need 'em, and their powder and bullets will be more than welcome, too." Paul was rubbing his wrists and ankles, where the blood flowed painfully as the circulation was restored, but to him the whole affair was ended.
His life had been saved at the last moment, and the world was more brilliant and beautiful than ever.

His imagination went quickly to the other extreme.

There was no more danger.
But Henry Ware did not lose his eager, wary look.