What a different feel from prison air the fresh night breeze had as we swept along a lonely outside track! The stars were out, though the sky was cloudy now and then, and the big forest trees looked strange in the broken light.

It was so long since I'd seen any.

I felt as if I was going to a new world.

None of us spoke for a bit.

Jim pulled up at a small hut by the roadside; it looked like a farm, but there was not much show of crops or anything about the place.