Henry knew now that it was only a matter of time, but he knew equally well that in the Indian-haunted wilderness time was perhaps the most difficult of all things to obtain.
No uneasiness showed in his manner.

Now the lad, born to be a king of the wilderness, endowed with all the physical qualities, all the acute senses of a great, primitive age, was seen at his best.

He was of one type and his comrade of another, but they were knitted together with threads of steel.

It had fallen to his lot to do a duty in which he could excel, and he would shirk no detail of it.
He brought in fresh wood and piled it on the hearth.

At a corner of the cabin stood an old rain barrel half full of water.