Hark to that!" A single note, very faint and very far, rose and was quickly gone, like the dying echo of music.

Only the trained ranger of the wilderness would have noticed it at all, but Henry Ware knew.
"Yes, they've heard," he said, "and they're telling it to each other.

They are also telling it to us.

They're between us and Marlowe, and they are between us and Wareville, so we must run to the north, and run as fast as we can." He led the way with swift, light footsteps through the forest, and Paul followed close behind, each boy carrying on his shoulder two rifles and at his waist a double stock of bullets and powder.
Paul scarcely felt any fear now for the future.

The revulsion from the stake and torture was so great that it did not seem to him that he could be taken again.