They appeared unsubstantial shadows of firs and pines, and he resented the fact that they barred his passage, when he blundered into one or two of them.

There was a creek somewhere, but it was elusive, flashing here and there in the uncertain moonlight and vanishing again.

Once or twice he thought he had left it behind, and was astonished when shortly afterward he stumbled into it to the knees.

He had a distressful stitch in his side, which, though he had been conscious of it for several hours, was growing almost insupportable.

Sometimes he called to Grenfell, who seldom answered him, just to break the oppressive silence.