She had forgotten it; she was without a cent! But she had no time to waste in self-reproaches or forebodings.
Though the stockings would be of no use to her, she took them along because to leave them was to leave a trail.

She hastened down the hill.

At the bottom ran a deep creek--without a bridge.
The road was now a mere cowpath which only the stoutest vehicles or a horseman would adventure.

To her left ran an even wilder trail, following the downward course of the creek.

She turned out of the road, entered the trail.