To all appearances, he was, in the darkness and driving rain, a true Shawnee, and the manner and gesture of an Indian were second nature to him.
But he had little fear of being discovered at such a time.

His sole thought was to find his comrade.

All the old days of boyish companionship rushed upon him, with their memories.

The tenderness in his nature was the stronger, because of its long repression.

He would find him and if he were alive, he would save him; moreover he had what he thought was a clew.