He looked up at the sun, and found that it was almost directly overhead, indicating noon.
All the country about them was strange, an unbroken expanse of hill and forest, and nowhere a sign of a human being.

They scrutinized the horizon with the keen eyes of boyhood, but they saw no line of smoke, rising from the chimneys of Wareville.

Whether the villages lay north or south or east or west of them they did not know, and the wind that sighed so gently through the forest never told.

They were alone in the wilderness and they knew, moreover, that the wilderness was very vast and they were very small.

But Henry and Paul did not despair; in fact no such thought entered Henry's mind.