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tion。 It would be three days； more likely four； before he could walk upon it。 Could he endure hunger that long？ He could。 He would！ Crouched in his nest with his back to the cliff； he had defense against any enemy in his rifle and pistol。 By faithful watching he might catch sight of some wandering animal； a target for his rifle and then food for his stomach。 His wilderness wisdom warned him that there was nothing to do but sit quiet and wait。
He scarcely moved for hours。 As long as he was still his ankle troubled him but little。 The sun came out； silver bright； but it had no warmth。 The surface of the lake was shown only by the smoothness of its expanse； the icy covering was the same everywhere over hills and valleys。 Across the lake he saw the steep down which he had slid； looming white and lofty。 In the distance it looked perpendicular； and； whatever its terrors； it had； beyond a doubt； saved his life。 He glanced down at his swollen ankle； and； despite his helpless situation； he was thankful that he had escaped so well。
About noon he moved enough to throw up the snowbanks higher all around himself in the fashion of an Eskimos house。 Then he let the fire die except some coals that gave forth no smoke； stretched the blanket over his head in the manner of a roof； and once more resumed his quiet and stillness。 He was now like a crippled animal in its lair； but he was warm； and his wound did not hurt him。 But hunger began to trouble him。 He was young and so powerful that his frame demanded much sustenance。 Now it cried aloud its need！ He ate two or three handfuls of snow； and for a few moments it seemed to help him a little； but his hunger soon came back as strong as ever。 Then he tightened his belt and sat in grim silence； trying to forget that there was any such thing as food。
The effort of the will was almost a success throughout the afternoon； but before night it failed。 He began to have roseate visions of Long Jim trying venison； wild duck； bear； and buffalo steaks over the coals。 He could sniff the aroma； so powerful had his imagination become； and； in fancy； his month watered； while its roof was really dry。 They were daylight visions； and he knew it well； but they taunted him and made his pain fiercer。 He slid forward a little to the mouth of his shelter； and thrust out his rifle in the hope that be would see some wild creature； no matter what； he felt that be could shoot it at any distance； and then he would feast！
He saw nothing living； either on earth or in the air； only motionless white； and beyond； showing but faintly now through the coming twilight； the lofty cliff that had saved him。
He drew back into his lair； and the darkness came down。 Despite his hunger； he slept fairly well。 In the night a little snow fell at times； but his blanket roof protected him； and he remained dry and warm。 The new snow was； in a way； a satisfaction； as it completely hid his trail from the glance of any wandering Indian。 He awoke the next morning to a gray； somber day； with piercing winds from the northwest。 He did not feel the pangs of hunger until he had been awake about a half hour； and then they came with redoubled force。 Moreover； he bad become weaker in the night； and； added to the loss of muscular strength； was a decrease in the power of the will。 Hunger was eating away his mental as well as his physical fiber。 He did not face the situation with quite the same confidence that he felt the day before。 The wilderness looked a little more threatening。
His lips felt as if he were suffering from fever； and his shoulders and back were stiff。 But he drew his belt tighter again； and then uncovered his left ankle。 The swelling had gone down a little； and he could move it with more freedom than on the day before； but he could not yet walk。 Once more he made his grim calculation。 In two days he could certainly walk and hunt game or make a try for 〃The Alcove；〃 so far as his ankle was concerned； but would hunger overpower him before that time？ Gaining strength in one direction； he was losing it in another。
Now he began to grow angry with himself。 The light inroad that famine made upon his will was telling。 It seemed incredible that he； so powerful； so skillful； so self reliant； so long used to the wilderness and to every manner of hardship； should be held there in a snowbank by a bruised ankle to die like a crippled rabbit。 His comrades could not be more than ten miles away。 He could walk。 He would walk！ He stood upright and stepped out into the snow； but pain； so agonizing that he could scarcely keep from crying out； shot through his whole body； and he sank back into the shelter； sure not to make such an experiment again for another full day。
The day passed much like its predecessor； except that he took down the blanket cover of his snow hut and kindled up his fire again； more for the sake of cheerfulness than for warmth； because he was not suffering from cold。 There was a certain life and light about the coals and the bright flame； but the relief did not last long； and by and by he let it go out。 Then be devoted himself to watching the heavens and the surface of the snow。 Some winter bird； duck or goose； might be flying by； or a wandering deer might be passing。 He must not lose any such chance。 He was more than ever a fierce creature of prey； sitting at the mouth of his den； the rifle across his knee； his tanned face so thin that the cheek bones showed high and sharp； his eyes bright with fever and the fierce desire for prey； and the long； lean body drawn forward as if it were about to leap。
He thought often of dragging himself down to the lake； breaking a hole in the ice； and trying to fish； but the idea invariably came only to be abandoned。 He had neither hook nor bait。 In the afternoon he chewed the edge of his buckskin hunting shirt； but it was too thoroughly tanned and dry。 It gave back no sustenance。 He abandoned the experiment and lay still for a long time。
That night he had a slight touch of frenzy； and began to laugh at himself。 It was a huge joke！ What would Timmendiquas or Thayendanegea think of him if they knew how he came to his end？ They would put him with old squaws or little children。 And how Braxton Wyatt and his lieutenant； the squat Tory； would laugh！ That was the bitterest thought of all。 But the frenzy passed； and he fell into a sleep which was only a succession of bad dreams。 He was running the gauntlet again among the Shawnees。 Again； kneeling to drink at the clear pool； he saw in the water the shadow of the triumphant warrior holding the tomahawk above him。 One after another the most critical periods of his life were lived over again； and then he sank into a deep torpor； from which he did not rouse himself until far into the next day。
Henry was conscious that he was very weak； but he seemed to have regained much of his lost will。 He looked once more at the fatal left ankle。 It had improved greatly。 He could even stand upon it； but when he rose to his feet he felt a singular dizziness。 Again； what he had gained in one way he had lost in another。 The earth wavered。 The smooth surface of the lake seemed to rise swiftly；