"No more do I," said Shif'less Sol."'Tain't like Jim not to come back, ef he could.Mebbe he'll drop in afore day, anyhow."They returned to the camp, and two inquiring figures rose up out of the darkness.
"You ain't seen him?" said Tom, noting that but two figures had returned.
"Not a trace," replied Henry."It's a singular thing."The four talked together a little while, and they were far from cheerful.Then three sought sleep, while Henry stayed on watch, sitting with his back against a tree and his rifle on his knees.
All the peace and content that be had felt earlier in the evening were gone.He was oppressed by a sense of danger, mysterious and powerful.It did not seem possible that Long Jim could have gone away in such a noiseless manner, leaving no trace behind.But it was true.
He watched with both ear and eye as much for Long Jim as for an enemy.He was still hopeful that he would see the long, thin figure coming among the bushes, and then hear the old pleasant drawl.But he did not see the figure, nor did he hear the drawl.
Time passed with the usual slow step when one watches.Paul, Sol, and Tom were asleep, but Henry was never wider awake in his life.He tried to put away the feeling of mystery and danger.
He assured himself that Long Jim would soon come, delayed by some trail that he had sought to solve.Nothing could have happened to a man so brave and skillful.His nerves must be growing weak when he allowed himself to be troubled so much by a delayed return.
But the new hours came, one by one, and Long Jim came with none of them.The night remained fairly light, with a good moon, but the light that it threw over the forest was gray and uncanny.
Henry's feeling of mystery and danger deepened.Once he thought he heard a rustling in the thicket and, finger on the trigger of his rifle, he stole among the bushes to discover what caused it.
He found nothing and, returning to his lonely watch, saw that Paul, Sol, and Tom were still sleeping soundly.But Henry was annoyed greatly by the noise, and yet more by his failure to trace its origin.After an hour's watching he looked a second time.The result was once more in vain, and he resumed his seat upon the leaves, with his back reclining against an oak.Here, despite the fact that the night was growing darker, nothing within range of a rifle shot could escape his eyes.
Nothing stirred.The noise did not come a second time from the thicket.The very silence was oppressive.There was no wind, not even a stray puff, and the bushes never rustled.Henry longed for a noise of some kind to break that terrible, oppressive silence.What he really wished to hear was the soft crunch of Long Jim's moccasins on the grass and leaves.
The night passed, the day came, and Henry awakened his comrades.
Long Jim was still missing and their alarm was justified.
Whatever trail lie might have struck, he would have returned in the night unless something had happened to him.Henry had vague theories, but nothing definite, and he kept them to himself.Yet they must make a change in their plans.To go on and leave Long Jim to whatever fate might be his was unthinkable.No task could interfere with the duty of the five to one another.
"We are in one of the most dangerous of all the Indian countries," said Henry."We are on the fringe of the region over which the Six Nations roam, and we know that Timmendiquas and a band of the Wyandots are here also.Perhaps Miamis and Shawnees have come, too.""We've got to find Long Jim," said Silent Tom briefly.
They went about their task in five minutes.Breakfast consisted of cold venison and a drink from a brook.Then they began to search the forest.They felt sure that such woodsmen as they, with the daylight to help them, would find some trace of Long Jim, but they saw none at all, although they constantly widened their circle, and again tried all their signals.Half the forenoon passed in the vain search, and then they held a council.
I think we'd better scatter," said Shif'less Sol, "an' meet here again when the sun marks noon."It was agreed, and they took careful note of the place, a little hill crowned with a thick cluster of black oaks, a landmark easy to remember.Henry turned toward the south, and the forest was so dense that in two minutes all his comrades were lost to sight.
He went several miles, and his search was most rigid.He was amazed to find that the sense of mystery and danger that he attributed to the darkness of the night did not disappear wholly in the bright daylight.His spirit, usually so optimistic, was oppressed by it, and he had no belief that they would find Long Jim.
At the set time he returned to the little hill crowned with the black oaks, and as he approached it from one side he saw Shif'less Sol coming from another.The shiftless one walked despondently.His gait was loose and shambling-a rare thing with him, and Henry knew that he, too, had failed.He realized now that he had not expected anything else.Shif'less Sol shook his head, sat down on a root and said nothing.Henry sat down, also, and tile two exchanged a look of discouragement.
"The others will be here directly," said Henry, "and perhaps Long Jim will be with one of them."But in his heart he knew that it would not be so, and the shiftless one knew that he had no confidence in his own words.
" If not," said Henry, resolved to see the better side, we'll stay anyhow until we find him.We can't spare good old Long Jim."Shif'less Sol did not reply, nor did Henry speak again, until lie saw the bushes moving slightly three or four hundred yards away.
"There comes Tom," he said, after a single comprehensive glance, "and he's alone."Tom Ross was also a dejected figure.He looked at the two on the hill, and, seeing that the man for whom they were searching was not with them, became more dejected than before.
