Henry heard the faint bubble of the water in the spring, and saw beside him the forms of his two comrades.

But they were so still that they might have been dead.

An hour passed and his eyes growing more used to the dimness, he saw better.

There was still nothing at the spring, but by and by Ross put his hand gently upon his arm, and Henry, as if by instinct, looked in the right direction.

There at the far edge of the forest was a deer, a noble stag, glancing warily about him.
The stag was a fine enough animal to Ross and Sol, but to Henry's unaccustomed eyes he seemed gigantic, the mightiest of his kind that ever walked the face of the earth.
The deer gazed cautiously, raising his great head, until his antlers looked to Henry like the branching boughs of a tree.