It was only a faint breath--an indefinable promise that brought him to the point of a mysterious anticipation.
The forest grew deeper.

It was wonderful virgin forest.

There was no undergrowth, and traveling under the trees was like being in a vast, mystery-filled cavern through the roof of which the light of day broke softly, brightened here and there by golden splashes of the sun.

For a mile Baree made his way quietly through this forest.

He saw nothing but a few winged flirtings of birds; there was almost no sound.