Some power had taken away Long Jim; could the same power have seized Paul?
It was a premonition, and he paled under his brown, turning away lest the others see his face.

All three now examined the whole circle of the horizon for a sight of moving bushes that would tell of the boy's coming.
The forest told nothing.

The sun blazed brightly over everything, and Paul, like Long Jim, did not come.

He was an hour past due, and the three, oppressed already by Long jim's disappearance, were convinced that he would not return.

But they gave him a half hour longer.