She has strolled along until it became dark or she was tired.

Then she has lain down on the leaves and gone to sleep.

Nero, find the trail of the little girl." "But," said Tom, "the night is so cold." "So it is, but if the girl went out to play she was well clad, and, if she knew enough, she has crept under the lee of a rock or into the bushes, where the wind can't reach her.

If she did the same, she hasn't frozen to death." "But there are wild animals in these parts." "I know that, and she would make a meal that any of them would be glad to get; we can only hope they didn't find her." Just then Nero, who had been nosing the path in front, uttered a whine and turned aside.

Hugh held up the lantern and saw that he had gone to the right.