It was well after five and the shadows were getting long and black.

They were both secretly rather glad to be out of the woods, although progress through the briers was far from enjoyable.
Finally Amy, pausing to wrest himself from the frantic clutches of a blackberry vine, raised his head and viewed Clint solemnly.
"Clint," he announced, "I've got something to tell you." "Fire away." "We're lost." "I knew that ten minutes ago," was the reply.
"Then why didn't you tell a fellow?
When I'm lost I like to know it.
It's the--the uncertainty that worries me.

Now that I know I shall never see school and Josh again I feel better." Amy looked about him appraisingly.

"Have you noticed any berries or nuts, Clint?
I suppose we'll have to live on them for a few days." "You're the only nut I've seen so far," laughed Clint.

"Come on and let's get out of here.