It was growing dark by that time, and the blackness of the forest seemed to be swallowing them up.
A faint red glow still came from the direction of the burning homestead, where the fire still smouldered amid the smoking ruins.
Humphrey closed the door of the barn, to shut out the sight and also the chill freshness of the autumn night.
He lay down upon the straw beside his brother, worn out in body and mind.

But there could be no thought of sleep for either man that night; the horror was too pressing and ever present, and anguish lay like a physical load upon their hearts.
The silence was full of horror for both; in self defence Humphrey began to speak.
"When was it, Charles?
I was in the forest all day, and I saw and heard nothing.

The silence was never broken save by the accustomed sounds of the wild creatures of the wood.

No war party came my way.
When was it ?" "At the noontide meal.

We had all gathered within doors.