The rain had ceased, and stars began to glimmer amid the cloud-rifts overhead; but I knew now that we were lost.

She stopped suddenly, and sank down upon the sand.
"I am exhausted," she admitted, "and believe we are merely moving about in a circle." "Yes," I said, reluctantly; "we are wasting our strength to no purpose.
'T will be better to wait for daylight here." It was a gloomy place, and the silence of those vast expanses of desolate sand was overwhelming.

It oppressed me strangely.
"Let me feel the touch of your hand," she said once.

"It is so desperately lonely.

I have been on the wide prairie, at night and alone; yet there is always some sound there upon which the mind may rest.