Then he spoke of the mysterious help that had come to them, and the same thought was in his mind and Lucy's, though neither spoke of it.

They stood there a while, talking in low tones and looking for excuses to linger, when one of the older men moved a little and held up a warning hand.

He had just taken his eyes from a loophole, and he whispered that he thought he had seen something pass in the shadow of the wall.
All in the embrasure became silent at once, and Lucy, brave as she was, could hear her heart beating.

There was a slight noise on the outside of the wall, so faint that only keen ears could hear it, and then as they looked up they saw a hideous, painted face raised above the palisade.
One of the older men threw his rifle to his shoulder, but, quick as a flash, Paul struck his hand away from the trigger.

He knew who had come, when he looked into the eyes that looked down at him, though he felt fear, too--he could not deny it--as he met their gaze, so fierce, so wild, so full of the primitive man.
"Don't you see ?" he said, "it is Henry! Henry Ware!" Even then Lucy Upton, intimate friend though she had been, scarcely saw, but laughing a low soft laugh of intense satisfaction, Henry dropped lightly among them.