"It will never do to give it up so." For an hour he walked on, with his eyes fixed on a great bright star in the sky.

Then he found that the cart path crooked round, and he discovered where he had made his blunder.

Leaving the road, he made his way in a straight line, still guided by the star, till he came to a large sheet of water.
The sheet of water was an effectual barrier to his farther progress; indeed, he was so tired he did not feel able to walk any more.

He deemed himself safe from immediate pursuit in this secluded place.

He needed rest, and he foresaw that the next few days would be burdened with fatigue and hardship which he must be prepared to meet.
Bobby was not nice about trifles, and his habits were such that he had no fear of taking cold.