Paul had slept well and was rested, so Henry leaned over and shook him.

Paul opened his eyes, and any question that he might have wished to ask was cut short at his lips by Henry's low, but commanding, "Caution! Caution!" "It is far after midnight, and we must move, Paul," said Henry.

"They may have blundered on our trail before it was dark, and they are still looking for us.

I think they are coming this way." Paul understood in a moment, but he asked no question; if Henry said so, it was true, it did not matter how he knew.

He rose, imitating Henry, taking his two rifles, and they stole silently away from the little cove that had been so full of comfort for both.
"We'll go toward the south now," said Henry, "and on your life, Paul, don't stumble!" Paul knew the worth of this advice, and he was woodsman enough to avoid tripping on the vines and bushes, despite the darkness.