"They were there, though, when we came into the woods." "The cowards!" Clevi cried indignantly, "To be afraid of trees! That certainly is funny." "Well, we aren't afraid anyway; otherwise we shouldn't be here any more.
Call to those who are gone," Max called back.
"Come on now, come!" Kurt commanded.

"There are eight of us left to sing, so we must all sing very loud." On they went speedily till they could see the end of the woods.

One of the gray towers was peering between the trees.

They had at last reached their goal.
"Here we stop!" said Kurt, "but we must not go outside the woods.

The Wildenstein ghost might otherwise step up to us, if he walks around the terrace.