When he entered the dense thicket of oaks he was hard put to it to force a way through.

But he held his burden almost upright, and by slipping side wise and bending the saplings he got in.

Through sage and grass he hurried to the grove of silver spruces.
He laid the girl down, almost fearing to look at her.

Though marble pale and cold, she was living.

Venters then appreciated the tax that long carry had been to his strength.