The day was beautiful after the storm. The sky had been washed clean by wind and rain, and now it was a clear, silky blue. The country, an alternation of forest and little prairies, was of surpassing fertility. The pure air, scented with a thousand miles of unsullied wilderness, was heaven to the nostrils, and Henry took deep and long breaths of it. He had suffered no harm from the night before. His vigorous young frame threw off cold and stiffness, and he felt only the pleasure of abounding physical life. Although the wind was blowing, he did not hear that human note among the leaves again. It was only when his mind was thoroughly attuned and clothed about in a mystical atmosphere that it made a response. But his absolute belief that he would escape remained. Henry was troubled somewhat by the thought of his comrades. He was afraid, despite his warning to them, that they would leave the fleet and search for him when he did not return, and he knew that Adam Colfax needed them sorely. This was the country that they knew best, the country Adam Colfax and his men knew least. It was best for another reason that they did not seek him. So wary a foe as the Wyandot could keep away help from the outside, and, if he escaped, he must escape alone. They traveled swiftly and almost without a word until noon, when they stopped for a half hour and ate. They did not light any fire, but took cold food from their pouches, of which they had a variety, and once more Timmendiquas was most hospitable. "Oghtaeh (Squirrel)," he said, holding up a piece. "Yes, thank you," replied the boy, who thought he recognized the flesh. "Yuingeh (Duck)?" said the chief, holding up another piece. "I'll take that, too," replied Henry. "Sootae (Beaver)?" said the chief, producing a third. "I'll risk that, too," replied Henry. "It looks good." "Yungenah (Dog)?" said the hospitable Timmendiquas, offering a fourth fragment of meat. Henry looked at it suspiciously. "Yungenah?" he said. "Now, Chief, would you tell me what Yungenah means?" "Dog," replied the Wyandot sententiously. "No, no!" exclaimed Henry. "Take it away." Timmendiquas smiled benevolently. "Dog good," he said, "but not make you eat it. Wyandot glad enough to get it." They continued the journey throughout the afternoon, and did not stop until after sunset. Henry's promise was renewed for the second time, and he slept quietly within the circle of the Wyandots. He awakened once far in the night, and he saw that the watch was most vigilant. White Lightning was awake and sitting up, as also were three warriors. The night was clear and bright save for a few small harmless clouds. Henry saw that he had made no mistake in renewing his promise. The chance of escape had not yet come.