How could they ever have missed the boy?
Paul now seemed to Henry at least ten years younger than himself.

It was not merely the fault of a single man, it was the fault of them all.

He stared back into the thickening darkness, where the flashes of flame burst now and then, and, in an instant, he had taken his resolve.
"I do not know where Paul is," he said, "but I shall find him." "Henry! Henry! what are you going to do ?" cried his father in alarm.
"I'm going back after him," replied his son.
"But you can do nothing! It is sure death! Have we just found you to lose you again ?" Henry touched his father's hand.

It was an act of tenderness, coming from his stoical nature, and the next instant he was gone, amid the smoke and the vapors and the darkness, toward the Indian army.
Mr.Ware put his face in his hands and groaned, but the hand of Ross fell upon his shoulder.
"The boy will come back, Mr.Ware," said the guide, "an' will bring the other with him, too.

God has given him a woods cunnin' that none of us can match." Mr.Ware let his hands fall, and became the man again.