We shall have to stay here till morning." "With nothing to eat ?" Tom exclaimed.

"I'm hungry!" In his haste to set off from home with Ellen he had neglected to take any luncheon.

We divided with him what we had left; and he ate hungrily.
While he was eating, we heard a sound of squalling, indistinct above the roar of the wind in the woods.
"Bobcat!" Tom exclaimed.

Then he added, "But it sounds more like an old gander." "May be a flock of wild geese passing over," Addison said.

"They sometimes fly by night." "Not on such a cold night in such a wind," Tom replied.
Soon we heard the same sounds again.
"That's an old gander, sure," Tom admitted.
"Seems to come from the same place," Addison remarked.