Why was the Baal Shem Tov acting so calm when there seemed to be little time left?

Reb Berel listened with rapt attention, as Reb Yosef continued the story of the Baal Shem Tov. He could almost hear the rattling of the Baal Shem Tov’s wagon, and the soft snoring of the wagon driver, Alexi, as the story went on. Around them, the forest became darker, as the sun began to make its descent below the treetops.

“The Baal Shem Tov’s wagon continued, seemingly aimlessly through the forest. It was almost Shabbos, and the talmid was beginning to sweat underneath his collar. Would they be forced to spend Shabbos out in the wilderness, at the mercy of the wolves and cold temperatures? Why was the Baal Shem Tov acting so calm when there seemed to be little time left?

The wagon bumped over a ridge and then came to a stop near a river. The Baal Shem Tov retrieved a cup and hurried over to the water, dipping the cup inside the flowing stream and filling it to the brim. He made a brachah slowly, his face lined with concentration, and then he drank from the cup. A slow, powerful borei nefashos, and then they were off again. A wild adventure through the forest, the talmid sitting back in complete shock, wondering what was going on.