"What took him off again in such a rush ?" "Oh, I don't know! He said Frank should have been here long ago.

He went to look for him.

Sorry," she cried suddenly, "what _is_ the matter with this place?
I feel as if something horrible was just ready to jump out at us all.

I--I want my back against something solid, all the time, so that nothing can creep up behind.

Nothing," she added desperately, "could happen to Frank between here and the turn-off at the ford, could it?
Lone saw him turn into our trail over an hour ago, he said." Sorry, his fingers thrust into his overalls pockets, his thumbs hooked over the waistband, spat into the sand beside the path.