A half mile forward and his ears caught a light footstep.

In an instant he sank down with his burden, and as he did so he caught sight of an Indian warrior, not twenty feet away.
The Shawnee saw him at the same time, and he, too, dropped down in the undergrowth.
Henry did not then feel the lust of blood.

He would have been willing to pass on, and leave the Shawnee to himself; but he knew that the Shawnee would not leave him.

He laid Paul upon his back, in order that the rain might beat upon his face, and then crouched beside him, absolutely motionless, but missing nothing that the keenest eye or ear might detect.

It was a contest of patience, and the white youth brought to bear upon it both the red man's training and his own.
A half hour passed, and within that small area there was no sound but the beat of the rain on the leaves and the sticky earth.