The glow came to his cheeks, his blood was warmed, and his brain cleared by the invigorating exercise.
So much indeed did he enjoy it that he kept it up until, to his surprise, he saw that it was growing dark, and he was several miles from home.
It was snowing, though not heavily.

He walked fast, but, when night had fully come, paused with the uncomfortable discovery that he was hopelessly lost in the woods.
"Well, this is pleasant!" he exclaimed, looking around in vain for some landmark in the gloom.

"I believe I shall have to spend the night out doors, though I seem to be following some sort of path." He struck a match, shading it with his hand from the chilly wind, and stooped down.

Yes; there was an unmistakable trail, and with renewed hope he hurried on, taking care not to stray to either side.

Within the next ten minutes, to his delight, he caught the twinkle of a star-like point of light among the trees, a short distance ahead.
While making his way hopefully forward, Harvey became aware of a singular fact.