In making a long detour they lost the path.

After some minutes, in a lull in the thunder, August heard a shout, which he answered, and presently Philosopher Andrew appeared with a lantern, his grizzled hair and beard flying in the wind.
"What ho, my friends!" he cried.

"This is the way you go to heaven together! You'll live through many a storm yet!" Guided by his thorough knowledge of the ground, they had almost reached the castle, when they were startled by piteous cries.

Leaving August with Julia, Andrew climbed a fence, and went down into a ravine to find poor Bill Day in an agony of terror, crying out in despair, believing that the day of doom had already come, and that he was about to be sent into well-deserved perdition.

Andrew stooped over him with his lantern, but the poor fellow, giving one look at the shaggy face, shrieked madly, and rushed away into the woods.
"I believe," said the Philosopher, when he got back to August, "I believe he took me for the devil.".