The autumn night was crisp, and from his seat on a log he held out his fingers to the warm blaze.

Now and then a yellow or red leaf caught in the light wind drifted to his feet and he gazed up half in fear at the great encircling wall of blackness.

Then he uttered silent thanks that he was with such trusty men as the guide and the shiftless one.
The effect upon Henry was not the same.

He had become silent while the others talked, and he half reclined against a tree, looking at the sky that showed a dim and shadowy disk through the opening.

But there was nothing of fear in his mind.