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"There is no time to lose, old man; each instant is a day; let us
fly."
"Whither?" demanded the trapper, motioning him, with calmness and
dignity, to arrest his steps. "In this wilderness of grass and reeds,
you are like a vessel in the broad lakes without a compass. A single
step on the wrong course might prove the destruction of us all. It is
seldom danger is so pressing, that there is not time enough for reason
to do its work, young officer; therefore let us await its biddings."
"For my own part," said Paul Hover, looking about him with no
equivocal expression of concern, "I acknowledge, that should this dry
bed of weeds get fairly in a flame, a bee would have to make a flight
higher than common to prevent his wings from scorching. Therefore, old
trapper, I agree with the captain, and say mount and run."
"Ye are wrong--ye are wrong; man is not a beast to follow the gift of
instinct, and to snuff up his knowledge by a taint in the air, or a
rumbling in the sound; but he must see and reason, and then conclude.


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