When the former discovered this, he fully expected to find his nephew within.

To his surprise, although a fire smouldered on the hearth, there was no other sign of human occupancy.

Then the young man searched in vain for some hit of writing, such as had guided him to this point.
"I declare!" he exclaimed at length; "the corollary is worse than the theorem, and things are becoming so decidedly mixed that we must begin to go slow.

I for one propose to replenish that fire, and then bunk down right here for the rest of the night." With this the young man went out into the darkness and began groping about for wood with which to keep up the fire until morning.
In the mean time, Bim, left to his own devices, had struck the trail leading from the hut to Winn's camp, and started along it, probably thinking that his master was following him as before.

The dog soon discovered Winn, and undertook to establish friendly relations with him by rubbing his cold nose against the boy's cheek.