The vast shafts of dull copper cast no shadow below, but there was no sign nor token of any human being.

For a moment the young man was at fault.
It was true this hidden heart of the forest bore no undergrowth; the cool matted carpet of the aisles seemed to quench the glowing fragments as they fell.

Escape might be difficult, but not impossible; yet every moment was precious.

He leaned against a tree, and sent his voice like a clarion before him: "Teresa!" There was no reply.

He called again.