He whom they pursued was going now with a speed that none of them could equal, and the darkness itself, thick and heavy, soon covered all sign of his flight.
Henry Ware's expectations of joy had been fulfilled and more; it was the keenest delight that had yet come into his life.

At all times he had been master of the situation, and as he drew them southward, he fulfilled his duty at the same time and enjoyed his sport.

Everything had fallen out as he planned, and now, with the night at hand, he shook them off.
Through the day he had eaten dried venison from his pouch, as he ran, and he felt no need to stop for food.

So, he did not cease the flight until after midnight when he lay down again in a thicket and slept soundly until daylight.

He rose again, refreshed, and faster than ever sped on his swift way toward Wareville..