"Nature does work well, sometimes," he said.
Long Jim handed him strips of venison.
"Eat your breakfast," he said. "I'm sorry, Mr. Visitor, that I kin offer you only one thing to eat, but as you came late an' we haven't much chance to git anythin' else you'll hev to put up with it. But thar's plenty uv water. You kin drink all day long, ef you like."
Henry accepted the venison, ate heartily, drank again, and went to the door where Silent Tom was watching.
"Look through the little crack thar," said Tom, "an' you kin see everythin' that's to be seen without bein' seen."
Henry took a long and comprehensive look. He saw the thick foliage down the slope, and the equally thick foliage on the other side. It looked beautiful in its deep green, still heavy with the rain drops of the night before, despite a brilliant sun that was rising. The wind had died down to a gentle murmur.
"Anything stirring, Tom?" he asked.
"Nothin' fur some time. 'Bout an hour ago I caught the shine o' a red blanket 'mong them trees over thar, four hundred yards or so from us an' too fur fur a shot."
"Do you think they'll try to rush us?"
Silent Tom shook his head.