But the boys were still far away in a happy slumberland.

The wild cat fled in alarm at the light, and the timid things drew back farther among the trees.
Time passed, and the red ring of fire about Paul and Henry sank.

Hasty and tired, they had not drawn up enough wood to last out the night, and now the flames died, one by one.

Then the coals smoldered and after a while they too began to go out, one by one.

The red ring of fire that inclosed the two boys was slowly going away.