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oon…but he did not have the heart to do it。
The bear sniffed a little at the wind； which was blowing the human odor away from him； and sat back on his haunches。 Henry did not believe that the animal had seen him or was yet aware of his presence； although he might suspect。 There was something humorous and also pathetic in the visitor； who cocked his head on one side and looked about him。 He made a distinct appeal to Henry； who sat absolutely still； so still that the little bear could not be sure at first that he was a human being。 A minute passed； and the red eye of the bear rested upon the boy。 Henry felt pleasant and sociable； but he knew that he could retain friendly relations only by remaining quiet。
If I have eaten your comrade； my friend；〃 he said to himself； 〃it is only because of hard necessity。〃 The bear； little； comic； and yet with that touch of pathos about him； cocked his head a little further over on one side； and as a silver shaft of moonlight fell upon him Henry could see one red eye gleaming。 It was a singular fact； but the boy； alone in the wilderness； and the loser of his comrades； felt for the moment a sense of comradeship with the bear； which was also alone； and doubtless the loser of a comrade； also。 He uttered a soft growling sound like the satisfied purr of a bear eating its food。
The comical bear rose a little higher on his hind paws； and looked in astonishment at the motionless figure that uttered sounds so familiar。 Yet the figure was not familiar。 He had never seen a human being before； and the shape and outline were very strange to him。 It might be some new kind of animal； and he was disposed to be inquiring； because there was nothing in these forests which the black bear was afraid of until man came。
He advanced a step or two and growled gently。 Then he reared up again on his hind paws； and cocked his held to one side in his amusing manner。 Henry； still motionless； smiled at him。 Here； for an instant at least； was a cheery visitor and companionship。 He at least would not break the spell。
〃You look almost as if you could talk； old fellow；〃 he said to himself； 〃and if I knew your language I'd ask you a lot of questions。〃
The bear； too； was motionless now； torn by doubt and curiosity。 It certainly was a singular figure that sat there； fifteen or twenty yards before him； and he had the most intense curiosity to solve the mystery of this creature。 But caution held him back。
There was a sudden flaw in the light breeze。 It shifted about and brought the dreadful man odor to the nostrils of the honest black bear。 It was something entirely new to him； but it contained the quality of fear。 That still strange figure was his deadliest foe。 Dropping down upon his four paws； he fled among the trees； and then scrambled somehow through the swamp to the mainland。
Henry sighed。 Despite his own friendly feeling； the bear； warned by instinct； was afraid of him； and； as he was bound to acknowledge to himself； the bear's instinct was doubtless right。 He rose； went into the hut； and slept heavily through the night。 In the morning he left the islet once more to scout in the direction of the Indian camp； but he found it a most dangerous task。 The woods were full of warriors hunting。 As he had judged； the game was abundant； and he heard rifles cracking in several directions。 He loitered； therefore； in the thickest of the thickets； willing to wait until night came for his enterprise。 It was advisable； moreover； to wait； because be did not see yet just how he was going to succeed。 He spent nearly the whole day shifting here and there through the forest； but late in the afternoon； as the Indians yet seemed so numerous in the woods； he concluded to go back toward the islet。
He was about two miles from the swamp when he heard a cry； sharp but distant。 It was that of the savages； and Henry instinctively divined the cause。 A party of the warriors had come somehow upon his trail； and they would surely follow it。 It was a mischance that he had not expected。 He waited a minute or two； and then heard the cry again； but nearer。 He knew that it would come no more； but it confirmed him in his first opinion。
Henry had little fear of being caught； as the islet was so securely hidden； but he did not wish to take even a remote chance of its discovery。 Hence he ran to the eastward of it； intending as the darkness came； hiding his trail； to double back and regain the hut。
He proceeded at a long； easy gait； his mind not troubled by the pursuit。 It was to him merely an incident that should be ended as soon as possible； annoying perhaps； but easily cured。 So he swung lightly along； stopping at intervals among the bushes to see if any of the warriors had drawn near； but he detected nothing。 Now and then he looked up to the sky； willing that night should end this matter quickly and peacefully。
His wish seemed near fulfillment。 An uncommonly brilliant sun was setting。 The whole west was a sea of red and yellow fire； but in the east the forest was already sinking into the dark。 He turned now； and went back toward the west on a line parallel with the pursuit； but much closer to the swamp。 The dusk thickened rapidly。 The sun dropped over the curve of the world； and the vast complex maze of trunks and boughs melted into a solid black wall。 The incident of the pursuit was over and with it its petty annoyances。 He directed his course boldly now for the stepping stones； and traveled fast。 Soon the first of them would be less than a hundred yards away。
But the incident was not over。 Wary and skillful though the young forest runner might be； he had made one miscalculation； and it led to great consequences。 As he skirted the edge of the swamp in the darkness； now fully come； a dusky figure suddenly appeared。 It was a stray warrior from some small band； wandering about at will。 The meeting was probably as little expected by him as it was by Henry； and they were so close together when they saw each other that neither had time to raise his rifle。 The warrior； a tall； powerful man； dropping his gun and snatching out a knife； sprang at once upon his enemy。
Henry was borne back by the weight and impact； but； making an immense effort； he recovered himself and； seizing the wrist of the Indian's knife hand； exerted all his great strength。 The warrior wished to change the weapon from his right band； but he dared not let go with the other lest he be thrown down at once； and with great violence。 His first rush having failed； he was now at a disadvantage； as the Indian is not generally a wrestler。 Henry pushed him back； and his hand closed tighter and tighter around the red wrist。 He wished to tear the knife from it； but he； too； was afraid to let go with the other hand； and so the two remained locked fast。 Neither uttered a cry after the first contact； and the only sounds in the dark were their hard breathing； which turned to a gasp now and then； and the shuffle of their feet over the earth。
Henry felt that it must end soon。 One or the other must give way。 Their sinews were already strained to the cracking point； and making a supreme effort he bore all his weight upon the warrior； who； unable to sustain himself； went down with the youth upon him。 The Indian uttered a groan； and Henry； leaping instantly to his feet； looked down upon his fallen antagonist； who did not stir。 He knew the cause。 As they fell the point of the knife bad been turned upward； and it had entered the Indian's heart。
Although he had been in peril at his hands； Henry looked at the slain man in a sort of pity。 He had not wished to take anyone's life； and； in reality； he had not been the direct cause of it。 But it was a stern time and the feeling soon passed。 The Wyandot； for such he was by his paint； would never have felt a particle of remorse had the victory been his。
The moon was now coming out； and Henry looked down thoughtfully at the still face。 Then the idea came to him； in fact leaped up in his brain； with such an impulse that it carried conviction。 He would take this warrior's place and go to the Indian camp。 So eager was he； and so full of his plan； that he did not feel any repulsion as h