The unbroken forest, touched with the tender tints of young spring and bathed in the pure light of the first dawn, bent gently to a west wind that breathed only of peace.
Henry stood up and inhaled the odorous air.

He was a striking figure, yet a few yards away he would have been visible only to the trained eye; his half-savage garb of tanned deerskin, stained green and trimmed at the edges with green beads and little green feathers, blended with the colors of the forest and merely made a harmonious note in the whole.

His figure compact, powerful and always poised as if ready for a spring swayed slightly, while his eyes that missed nothing searched every nook in the circling woods.

He was then neither the savage nor the civilized man, but he had many of the qualities of both.
The slight swaying motion of his body ceased suddenly and he remained as still as a rock.

He seemed to be a part of the green bushes that grew around him, yet he was never more watchful, never more alert.