Already the sun, so bright and pitiless in the morning, was obscured, and mists and vapors hung over the forest.

He judged that it would be a dark night, with flurries of mist and rain, just suited to his purpose, and he felt a sensation of relief.
"Paul," he said, after a while, "I think we'd better take the two captured rifles with us again.

If we come face to face with 'em, a couple of extra shots might save us." "Whatever you say, Henry," replied Paul.
The afternoon passed slowly away, and the night came on thick and dark, as Henry had hoped.

The rain fell again in intermittent showers, and it was carried in gusts by the wind.

The two boys drank deeply from the barrel, and ate what was left of the venison.
"Be sure your powder horns are stopped up tight, Paul," said Henry.