It flew so slow and so low that I thought a dozen times I had it.
Then all at once it went from sight above the trees, and I couldn't find my way back to save me.

I think I've walked more than an hour.

I have been mired to my knees.

A thorn raked my arm until it is bleeding, and I'm so tired and warm." She parted the bushes farther.

Freckles saw that her blue cotton frock clung to her, limp with perspiration.