After that she removed the pan from the fire, and it was not until then that she began to wonder why Wilbur was so long in returning with the water.

The bacon grew cold; she heated it again and was mightily tempted to taste one piece of it, but restrained herself to wait for Dick.
Still he did not come.

She stood up and called, her high voice rising sharp and small through the trees.

It seemed that some sound answered, so she smiled and sat down.

Ten minutes passed and he was still gone.
A cold alarm swept over her at that.