“How is that? They make but a single one, do they?”
“Of course not, but I rayther cac’late they make that a little different, fur all that, from what one would. Are you hungry?”
“Not at all, I can stand it till noon, without the least inconvenience.”
“So can I; keep a good look-out, and now ahead again.”
With these words, Seth again plunged in to the woods, and the two prosecuted their journey much as before. The sun was now high in the heavens, and its warm rays pierced the arches of the forest at many points, and there were golden patches of light scattered over the travelers’ path. Several times they crossed small, sparkling streams, where sometimes could be seen signs of the pursued having slaked their thirst, and more than once the frightened deer bounded ahead, and paused and gazed in wonder at them, then leaped away again. Graham could hardly resist the temptation of bringing one of them down, especially as he began to feel a desire to taste them; but he too well knew the danger of risking a shot, when it might bring down their most mortal enemies in a moment upon them.
All at once, Seth halted and raised his hand.
“What does this mean?” he asked, gazing off in a side direction from the trail.
“What is it?” queried Graham, approaching him.
“The trail divides here. They must have separated, though I can’t see what has made them.”
“Isn’t it a stratagem of theirs to mislead pursuers?”