Already the great forest was putting upon him its magic spell.
"Have you eaten enough, Paul ?" he asked.
"I should like to eat more, but I'm afraid I can't find a place for it," replied Paul ruefully.
Henry laughed.

He felt himself more than ever Paul's protector and regarded all his weaknesses with kindly tolerance.

There the two lay awhile, stretched out on the soft, warm earth, watching the twilight deepen into night.

Henry was listening to the voice of the wilderness, which spoke to him in such pleasant tones.

He heard a faint sighing, like some one lightly plucking the strings of a guitar, and he knew that it was the wandering breeze among the burned boughs; he heard now and then a distant thud, and he knew that it was the fall of a tree, into whose trunk the flames had bit deeply; as he lay with his ear to the earth he heard more than once a furtive footfall as light as air, and he knew that some wild animal was passing.