They could not see twenty feet before them, but the rain still poured.
"We'll have to give her up," said Henry reluctantly.

"We couldn't follow a whole herd of buffaloes in all this black night." "Maybe we can find her to-morrow," said Paul.
"Maybe so," replied Henry.

"We've got to wait anyhow.

Let's go home." They started back for Wareville, keeping close together, lest they lose each other in the darkness, and they realized suddenly that they were uncomfortable.

The rain was coming in such sheets directly in their faces that it half blinded them, now and then their feet sank deep in mire and their drenched bodies began to grow cold.