The great woods were dripping with water, and it was the only sound they heard, besides that made by themselves.
They stopped again, worn out and disconsolate at last.

All their walking only served to confuse them the more.

Neither now had any idea of the direction in which Wareville lay, and to be lost in the wilderness was a most desperate matter.

They might travel a thousand miles, should strength last them for so great a journey, and never see a single human being.

They leaned against the rough bark of a great oak tree, and stared blankly at each other.
"What are we to do ?" asked Paul.
"I can't say," replied Henry.
The two boys still looked blank, but at last they laughed--and each laughed at the other's grewsome face.