been a drawback. A man on foot could conceal himself far more easily.
Everything favored him. There were bushes and vines everywhere and he
could be hidden like a deer in its covert.

He looked up at the sun shining through the tops of the trees and saw
that he had kept to his true course. His flight had taken him directly
toward Lee at a much faster pace than he would have come otherwise.
The enemy had driven him on his errand at double speed. He felt that he
could spare a little time now, while he waited to see what the pursuit
would do.

His feeling of exultation was now unalloyed. Deep in the forest with
his foes looking for him in vain, the spirit of Henry Ware was once
more strong within him. He was the reincarnation of the great hunter.
He lay so still, clasping the shotgun, that the little creatures of the
woods were deceived. A squirrel ran up the trunk of an oak six feet away,
and stood fearlessly in a fork with his bushy tail curved over his back.
A small gray bird perched on a bough just over Harry's head and poured
out a volume of song. Farther away sounded the tap tap of a woodpecker
on the bark of a dead tree.

Harry, although he did not move, was watching and listening with intense
concentration, but his ears now would be his surest signals. He could
not see deep in the thickets, but he could hear any movement in the
underbrush a hundred yards away. So far there was nothing but the
hopping of a rabbit. The bird over his head sang on. There was no
wind among the branches, not even the flutter of leaves to distract his
attention from anything that might come on the ground.

He rejoiced in this period of rest, of the nerves, rather than purely
physical. He had been keyed so high that now he relaxed entirely,
and soon lay perfectly flat, but with the shotgun still clasped in his
arms. He had a soft couch. Under him were the dead leaves of last year,
and over him was the pleasant gloom of thick foliage, already turning
brown. The bird sang on. His clear and beautiful note came from a point
directly over his head, but Harry could not see his tiny body among the
leaves. He became, for a little while, more interested in trying to see
him than in hearing his pursuers.

It was annoying that such a volume of sound should come from a body that
could be hidden by a leaf. If a man could shout in proportion to his own
size he might be heard eight to ten miles away. It was an interesting
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