the midnight march
Charley gave him a glance of surprise ; but being prevented from asking questions , he nodded in reply , and proceeded to relate to his friend the story that has been recounted in a previous chapter . Redfeather leaned back against a tree , and appeared to listen intently . Charley 's powers of description were by no means inconsiderable , and the backwoodsman 's face assumed a look of good-humoured attention as the story proceeded . But when the narrator went on to tell of the meditated attack and the midnight march , his interest was aroused , the pipe which he had been smoking was allowed to go out , and he gazed at his young friend with the most earnest attention . It was evident that the hunter 's spirit entered with deep sympathy into such scenes ; and when Charley described the attack , and the death of the trapper 's wife , Jacques seemed unable to restrain his feelings . He leaned his elbows on his knees , buried his face in his hands , and groaned aloud . `` Mr. Charles , '' he said , in a deep voice , when the story was ended , `` there are two men I would like to meet with in this world before I die .