The very pressure of the damp earth felt good to Paul all the way through his moccasins.

A step or two from the door they paused again, waiting and listening.

The forest was invisible, and so were the stumps in the clearing.

But nothing stirred.
Henry's acute ear told him that.
"We'll follow the wall around to the other side of the cabin," he whispered to Paul.

"They don't know yet that we've come out, and naturally they'll watch the door closest.