John turned round and looked at him with interest and pity. 'It looks very much like it,' he said.
Benson gave a contented sigh, and turned over on his side again.
When he awoke in the morning his strength was really beginning to come again. He was hungry for breakfast. He caught sight of a dark, tall form by the fire on waking. But a minute or two after it was gone, and John was back again.
'Ready for breakfast?' he asked.
Benson was soon at his porridge, and debating as to whether he should finish with eggs or chops.
'You'd better have what you really care for,' said John, and stepped outside and gave a call.
'Who's that gypsy-looking fellow?' asked Benson.
'Oh, he helps me,' said John. 'He's all right.' He went out of the hut and received a dish from somebody as he spoke.
It was after breakfast that Benson made a request. 'I believe I know where I am,' he said. 'Though I'm not quite sure, because my head's still dizzy. I believe I'm back again in High Wood, just near Hawkenbury, not two miles from my old home. What do you think?'
'I don't think I know that country,' said John, looking uncomfortable. 'And I'm sure I've never been here before.'