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The day was warm； but the forest gave them coolness as well as shelter。 Henry and Sol were seldom so far back that they could not see the end of the melancholy line； now moving slowly； overborne by weariness。 The shiftless one shook his head sadly。
〃No matter what happens； some uv 'em will never get out o' these woods。〃
His words came true all too soon。 Before the afternoon closed； two women； ill before the flight； died of terror and exhaustion； and were buried in shallow graves under the trees。 Before dark a halt was made at the suggestion of Henry； and all except Carpenter and the scouts sat in a close； drooping group。 Many of the children cried； though the women had all ceased to weep。 They had some food with them； taken in the hurried flight； and now the men asked them to eat。 Few could do it； and others insisted on saving what little they had for the children。 Long Jim found a spring near by； and all drank at it。
The six men decided that； although night had not yet come； it would be best to remain there until the morning。 Evidently the fugitives were in no condition； either mental or physical； to go farther that day； and the rest was worth more than the risk。
When this decision was announced to them； most of the women took it apathetically。 Soon they lay down upon a blanket； if one was to be had； otherwise； on leaves and branches。 Again Henry thanked God that it was summer； and that these were people of the frontier； who could sleep in the open。 No fire was needed； and； outside of human enemies； only rain was to be dreaded。
And yet this band； desperate though its case； was more fortunate than some of the others that fled from the Wyoming Valley。 It had now to protect it six men Henry and Paul； though boys in years； were men in strength and ability … five of whom were the equals of any frontiersmen on the whole border。 Another crowd of women was escorted by a single man throughout its entire flight。
Henry and his comrades distributed themselves in a circle about the group。 At times they helped gather whortleberries as food for the others； but they looked for Indians or game； intending to shoot in either case。 When Paul and Henry were together they once heard a light sound in a thicket； which at first they were afraid was made by an Indian scout； but it was a deer； and it bounded away too soon for either to get a shot。 They could not find other game of any kind； and they came back toward the camp…if a mere stop in the woods； without shelter of any kind； could be called a camp。
The sun was now setting； blood red。 It tinged the forest with a fiery mist； reminding the unhappy group of all that they had seen。 But the mist was gone in a few moments； and then the blackness of night came with a weird moaning wind that told of desolation。 Most of the children； having passed through every phase of exhaustion and terror； had fallen asleep。 Some of the women slept； also； and others wept。 But the terrible wailing note； which the nerves of no man could stand； was heard no longer。
The five gathered again at a point near by； and Carpenter came to them。
〃Men；〃 he said simply； 〃don't know much about you； though I know you fought well in the battle that we lost； but for what you're doin' now nobody can ever repay you。 I knew that I never could get across the mountains with all these weak ones。〃
The five merely said that any man who was a man would help at such a time。 Then they resumed their march in a perpetual circle about the camp。
Some women did not sleep at all that night。 It is not easy to conceive what the frontier women of America endured so many thousands of times。 They had seen their husbands； brothers； and sons killed in the battle； and they knew that the worst of torture had been practiced in the Indian camp。 Many of them really did not want to live any longer。 They merely struggled automatically for life。 The darkness settled down thicker and thicker； the blackness in the forest was intense； and they could see the faces of one another only at a little distance。 The desolate moan of the wind came through the leaves； and； although it was July； the night grew cold。 The women crept closer together； trying to cover up and protect the children。 The wind； with its inexpressibly mournful note； was exactly fitted to their feelings。 Many of them wondered why a Supreme Being had permitted such things。 But they ceased to talk。 No sound at all came from the group； and any one fifty yards away； not forewarned； could not have told that they were there。
Henry and Paul met again about midnight； and sat a long time on a little hillock。 Theirs had been the most dangerous of lives on the most dangerous of frontiers； but they had never been stirred as they were tonight。 Even Paul； the mildest of the five； felt something burning within him； a fire that only one thing could quench。
〃Henry；〃 said he； 〃we're trying to get these people to Fort Penn； and we may get some of them there； but I don't think our work will be ended them。 I don't think I could ever be happy again if we went straight from Fort Penn to Kentucky。〃
Henry understood him perfectly。
〃No； Paul；〃 he said； 〃I don't want to go； either； and I know the others don't。 Maybe you are not willing to tell why we want to stay； but it is vengeance。 I know it's Christian to forgive your enemies； but I can't see what I have seen； and hear what I have heard； and do it。〃
〃When the news of these things spreads；〃 said Paul； 〃they'll send an army from the east。 Sooner or later they'll just have to do it to punish the Iroquois and their white allies； and we've got to be here to join that army。〃
〃I feel that way； too； Paul；〃 said Henry。
They were joined later by the other three； who stayed a little while； and they were in accord with Henry and Paul。
Then they began their circles about the camp again； always looking and always listening。 About two o'clock in the morning they heard a scream； but it was only the cry of a panther。 Before day there were clouds； a low rumble of distant thunder； and faint far flashes of lightning。 Henry was in dread of rain； but the lightning and thunder ceased； and the clouds went away。 Then dawn came； rosy and bright； and all but three rose from the earth。 The three…one woman and two children…had died in silence in the night； and they were buried； like the others； in shallow graves in the woods。 But there was little weeping or external mourning over them。 All were now heavy and apathetic； capable of but little more emotion。
Carpenter resumed his position at the head of the column； which now moved slowly over the mountain through a thick forest matted with vines and bushes and without a path。 The march was now so painful and difficult that they did not make more than two miles an hour。 The stronger of them helped the men to gather more whortleberries； as it was easy to see that the food they had with them would never last until they reached Fort Penn； should they ever reach it。
The condition of the country into which they had entered steadily grew worse。 They were well into the mountains； a region exceedingly wild and rough； but little known to the settlers； who had gone around it to build homes in the fertile and beautiful valley of Wyoming。 The heavy forest was made all the more difficult by the presence everywhere of almost impassable undergrowth。 Now and then a woman lay down under the bushes； and in two cases they died there because the power to live was no longer in them。 They grew weaker and weaker。 The food that they had brought from the Wyoming fort was almost exhausted； and the wild whortleberries were far from sustaining。 Fortunately there was plenty of water flowing tinder the dark woods and along the mountainside。 But they were compelled to stop at intervals of an hour or two to rest； and the more timid continually expected Indian ambush。
The five met shortly after noon and took another reckoning of the situation。 They still realized to the full the dangers of Indian pursuit； which in this case might be a mere matter of accident。 Anybody could follow the broad trail left by the fugitives； but the Iroquois； busy with destruction in the valley； might not