The sinking sun shot sheaves of brilliant beams upon them, and soon Paul felt a grateful warmth, driving for the time the chill from his bones.

He swung his arms as he walked, as much as the rifles would allow, and nearly every muscle in his frame felt the touch of vigorous exercise.
His clothing dried rapidly.
Two hours and three hours passed, and they heard no more the cries of the warriors calling to each other.

Silence again hung over the wilderness.
Rabbits sprang up from the thickets.

A deer, frightened by the sound of the boys' footsteps, held up his head, listened a moment, and then fled away among the trees.

Henry took his presence as a sign that no other human being had passed that way in the last hour.
The sun sank, the twilight came and died, and darkness clothed the wilderness.