There were further red spots on the shingle, and they led forward in the direction in which the rescue party had gone.
"Oh," she said, "he told me he had cut his foot, and he couldn't have waited long enough to eat anything." Then she gasped once or twice, for she was worn out to the verge of a break-down, and Mrs.Kinnaird, who saw how white her face was growing, slipped an arm about her and led her back toward the tent.
The afternoon passed very slowly with the little, anxious lady, and every now and then she crept softly out of the tent and gazed expectantly up the steep hillside.

Still, each time she did it, there was nothing that she could see except the long ranks of somber firs, and the oppressive silence was broken only by the sound of the river.
Then she slipped back quietly into the tent where Ida lay in a restless sleep.

Now and then the girl moved a little, and once or twice she murmured unintelligibly.

It was very hot, for the sunrays struck down upon the canvas between the firs, whose clogging, honey-like sweetness was heavy in the air.
By and by, however, it grew a little cooler, as the shadow of the great dark branches crept across the tent.

Then they moved out upon the dazzling river and slowly covered it.