We could not walk fast.

To this day I remember how strange and solemn the chanting of the whippoorwills and the hoarse _skook_! of the nighthawks sounded to me.

No doubt I was frightened.

It was exactly like evening; the same chill was in the air.
At last we reached the place where we had left the others, but they were not there.

Addison called to Theodora and Ellen several times in low, suppressed tones; I, too, felt a great disinclination to shout or speak aloud.
"I guess they've all gone back where we left the wagon," Addison said at last.
We made our way through the tangled bushes, brush and woods, down to Otter Brook.