"And we've left nearly all our food in the saddlebags. But not quite, I've a little here!" Green got a packet out of his pocket, and, opening it, disclosed some slices of cooked meat.
"Oh, thank you!" Cyril said, gratefully taking his share.
For a few moments they ate in silence, then Green said they must push ahead as fast as possible before night came on.
"But which way shall we take?"
"Oh, we can't be so very far from the saw-mill where my father works, if I could only find the way there," said Green.
However, it turned out that he really did not know where they were—so many turnings had confused him. But they could not remain there, and so set off walking towards the forest. In the shelter of the trees, at least, they would not be so conspicuous if the pursuers again came near. Besides, Green was certain the saw-mill, which he had once been to, was near trees.
In an hour they found themselves again entering the forest, and walking along a broad track made by deer or other large animals. It was dark below the great pine trees, and before long the shades of evening made it still darker.
"Oh, Green, I can walk no further!" said Cyril at length, sinking down at the foot of a tree.
"Well, I think we're both about tired out," rejoined Green, leaning wearily against another tree, and looking down compassionately on the tired boy. "We'll stop here, lad, for the night."
"Yes. But shall we be safe? What about the wild animals?"