Henry's eyes, grown used to the dark, looked at him for a moment or two, and then the larger boy smiled.

Paul, his faithful comrade, filled a great place in his heart--they liked each other all the better because they were so unlike--and he was silently, but none the less devoutly thankful that he had come.
Henry was warm and dry, and as he tested his muscles he found them supple and strong.

Now he took precautions, thinking he had let the fire burn as long as was safe.

He scattered the coals with a stick, and then softly crushed out each under the stout heel of his moccasin.

With the minute patience that he had learned from his forest life, he persisted in his task until not a single spark was left anywhere.