Henry bestowed not a thought on the slain warrior, but, lifting up Paul once more, continued on his wide curve, as if nothing had happened. No one interrupted him again, and after a while he was parallel with the line of fire. Then he passed around it and came to rocky ground, where he laid Paul down and chafed his hands and face. The wounded boy opened his eyes again, and, with returning strength, was now able to keep them open. "Henry!" he said in a vague whisper. "Yes, Paul, it is I," Henry replied quietly. Paul lay still and struggled with memory. The rain was now ceasing, and a few shafts of moonlight, piercing through the clouds, threw silver rays on the dripping forest. "The battle!" said Paul at last. "I was firing and something struck me. That was the last I remember." He paused and his face suddenly brightened. He cast a look of gratitude at his comrade. "You came for me?" he said. "Yes," replied Henry, "I came for you, and I brought you here." Paul closed his eyes, lay still, and then at a ghastly thought, opened his eyes again. "Are only we two left?" he asked. "Are all the others killed? Is that why we are hiding here in the forest?" "No," replied Henry, "we are holding them off, but we decided that it was wiser to retreat. We shall join our own people in the morning." Paul said no more, and Henry sheltered him as best he could under the trees. The wet clothing he could not replace, and that would have to be endured. But he rubbed his body to keep him warm and to induce circulation. The night was now far advanced, and the distant firing became spasmodic and faint. After a while it ceased, and the weary combatants lay on their arms in the thickets. The clouds began to float off to the eastward. By and by all went down under the horizon, and the sky sprang out, a solid dome of calm, untroubled blue, in which the stars in myriads twinkled and shone. A moon of unusual splendor bathed the wet forest in a silver dew. Henry sat in the moonlight, watching beside Paul, who dozed or fell into a stupor. The moonlight passed, the darkest hours came and then up shot the dawn, bathing a green world in the mingled glory of red and gold. Henry raised Paul again, and started with him toward the thickets, where he knew the little white army lay. * * * * *