I would rather be wet all night than that we should run any risks." "I am sure if we can get a couple of hundred yards into this thick wood the fire would not be seen through it," Vincent said; "of course I do not mean to make a great bonfire which would light up the forest." For half an hour they forced their way through the bushes, and then Vincent said he was sure that they had come far enough.

Finding a small open space, Dan and Lucy, and the negress set to work collecting leaves and dry sticks.

Vincent had still in his pocket the newspaper he had bought in the streets of Nashville, and he always carried lights.

A piece of the paper was crumpled up and lighted, a few of the driest leaves that they could find dropped upon it, then a few twigs, until at last a good fire was burning.
"I think that is enough for the present," Vincent said.

"Now we will keep on adding wood as fast as it burns down, so as to get a great pile of embers, and keep two or three good big logs burning all night." He then gave directions to Dan, who cut a long stick and fastened it to two saplings, one of which grew just in front of the fire.