This is rather a bad fix.

We must make the best of it now." "Let's call again," said Sarah, faintly.
They called again, and many times; but there was no reply.

Everything was still but the bird, and the sparks that crackled now and then from the fire.

The heavy gray shadows grew purple and grew black.

The little foot-paths in the woods were blotted out of sight, and the far sky above the tree-tops grew dusky and dim.
"We might go to Mr.Fisher's,--do, Gypsy! I can't bear to stay here," said Sarah, looking around.
"No," said Gypsy, decidedly.