He had been reared in an atmosphere of reverence for established law and order, but when Hughie gave command, to Davie there seemed nothing for it but to obey.
The three boys watched till the school was called, and then crawling along on their stomachs behind the heavy cedar-log fence, they slipped into the balsam thicket at the edge of the woods and were safe.

Here they flung down their schoolbags, and lying prone upon the fragrant bed of pine-needles strewn thickly upon the moss, they peered out through the balsam boughs at the house of their bondage with an exultant sense of freedom and a feeling of pity, if not of contempt, for the unhappy and spiritless creatures who were content to be penned inside any house on such a day as this, and with such a world outside.
For some minutes they rolled about upon the soft moss and balsam-needles and the brown leaves of last year, till their hearts were running over with a deep and satisfying delight.

It is hard to resist the ministry of the woods.

The sympathetic silence of the trees, the aromatic airs that breathe through the shady spaces, the soft mingling of broken lights--these all combine to lay upon the spirit a soothing balm, and bring to the heart peace.

And Hughie, sensitive at every pore to that soothing ministry, before long forgot for a time even Foxy, with his fat, white face and smiling mouth, and lying on the broad of his back, and looking up at the far-away blue sky through the interlacing branches and leaves, he began to feel again that it was good to be alive, and that with all his misery there were compensations.
But any lengthened period of peaceful calm is not for boys of the age and spirit of Hughie and his companions.
"What are you going to do ?" asked Fusie, the man of adventure.
"Do nothing," said Hughie from his supine position.