The breeze rose, and the leaves rustled together with a soft hiss, like a warning.

Chill came into the air.

The sensitive mind of the boy, so much alive to abstract impressions, felt the omens of coming danger, and he stopped again, not knowing what to do.

He called himself afraid, but he was not.
It was the greater tribute to his courage that he remained resolute where another might well have been in despair.
The sun went down behind the black forest like a cannon shot into the sea, and darkness swept over the wilderness.

Paul uttered the long cry again and again, but, as before, no answer came back; once he fired his rifle, and the sharp note seemed to run for miles, but still no answer.
Then he decided to take counsel of prudence, and sleep where he was.