Henry laughed low.

They were the familiar signals, but he and Paul were well hidden, and they would escape through the lines before morning.

They might easily go back to Wareville, too, but he was resolved not to abandon either the horses or the powder.

The powder was needed at Marlowe, and it would be a bitter humiliation not to take it there.
Two hours more passed, and then Henry heard the signals again, but now closer.

By chance, perhaps, the Shawnees had formed their ring about the right place, and it was time to act.