They have doubts about their welcome." "That being so," said Paul, in the light, jesting spirit that he loved, "I'll just wait until they knock at our door.

Meanwhile I'll take a drink from that lucky cistern of ours." He bent his head into the barrel, and as he drank he felt fresh strength and courage rushing into his veins.
"It was great luck, wasn't it, to find this barrel ?" he said.
"It certainly was," replied Henry, and his words came from the bottom of his heart.

"Now you watch while I take a drink." Paul did so, but he noticed nothing unusual in the woods.

The faint signs that Henry read with such an unerring eye were hidden from him.

But his skill was sufficient to cover all the cleared space.