Shif'less Sol throughout that morning repeated the tactics
of the preceding day, leaving footprints that would last, and cutting
pieces of bark from the trees with his sharp hatchet. At the noon hour
he stopped, according to custom, and, just when he had lighted his fire,
he uttered a low cry of pleasure.
The shiftless one was gazing back upon his own trail, and the singular
look of exaltation upon his face deepened. He rose to his feet and stood,
very erect, in the attitude of one who welcomes. No undergrowth was
here, and he could see far down the aisles of trunks.
A figure, so distant that only a keen eye would notice it, was
approaching. It came on swiftly and silently, much after the manner of
the shiftless one himself, elastic, and instinct with strength.
The figure was that of a boy in years, but of a man in size, surpassing
Shif'less Sol himself in height, yellow haired, blue-eyed, and dressed,
too, in the neatest of forest garb. His whole appearance was uncommon,
likely anywhere to attract attention and admiration. The shiftless one
drew a long breath of mingled welcome and approval.
"I knew that he would be first," he murmured.
Then he sat down and began to broil a juicy deer steak on the end of a
sharpened stick.
Henry Ware came into the little glade. He had seen the fire afar and he
knew who waited. All was plain to him like the print of a book, and,
without a word, he dropped down on the other side of the fire facing
Shif'less Sol. The two nodded, but their eyes spoke far more. Sol held
out the steak, now crisp and brown and full of savor, and Henry began
to eat. Sol quickly broiled another for himself, and joined him in the
pleasant task, over which they were silent for a little while.
"I was on the Ohio," said Henry at last, "when the trapper brought me
your message, but I started at once."
"O' course," said Shif'less Sol, "I never doubted it for a minute. I
reckon that you've come about seven hundred miles."
"Nearer eight," said Henry, "but I'm fresh and strong, and we need all
our strength, Sol, because it's a great task that lies before us."
"It shorely is," said Sol, "an' that's why I sent the message. I don't want
to brag, Henry, but we've done a big thing or two before, an' maybe we
kin do a bigger now."
He spoke the dialect of the border, he was not a man of books, but that
great look of exaltation came into his face again, and the boy on the
other side of the fire shared it.
"It seems to me, Sol," said Henry presently, "that we've been selected
for work of a certain kind. We finish one job, and then another on the
same line begins."
"Mebbe it's because we like to do it, an' are fit fur it," said Sol
philosophically. "I've noticed that a river gen'ally runs in a bed that
suits it. I don't know whether the bed is thar because the river is, or the
river is thar 'cause the bed is, but it's shore that they're both thar
together, an' you can't git aroun' that."
"There's something in what you say," said Henry.
Then they relapsed into silence, and, in a half hour, as if by mutual
consent, they rose, left the fire burning, and departed, still walking
steadily toward the south.
The country grew rougher. The hills were higher and closer together,
and the undergrowth became thick. Neither took any precautions as
they passed among the slender bushes, frequently trampling them down
and leaving signs that the blindest could not fail to see. Now and then
the two looked back, but they beheld only the forest and the forest
people.
"I don't think I ever saw the game so tame before," said Henry.
"Which means," said Sol, "that the warriors ain't hunted here fur a long
time. I ain't seen a single sign o' them."
"Nor I."
They fell silent and scarcely spoke until the sun was setting again,
when they stopped for the night, choosing a conspicuous place, as Sol
had done the evening before. After supper, they sought soft places on
the turf, and lay in peace, gazing up at the great stars. Henry was the
first to break the silence.
"One is coming," he said. "I can hear the footstep. Listen!"
His ear was to the earth, and the shiftless one imitated him. At the end
of a minute he spoke.
"Yes," he said, "I hear him, too. We'll make him welcome."
He rose, put a fresh piece of wood on the fire, and smiled, as he saw the
flame leap up and crackle
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