“Girls,” she said in a broken voice, “I—I don’t see any use in keeping on. We’re only getting more and more tangled.”
“Are we—lost?” asked Natalie in hesitating tones.
“I—I’m afraid so,” answered Marie.
CHAPTER XIV
A NIGHT MARCH
“We must keep on!”
“Yes, we can’t stay here in this lonesome place!”
“Oh, if we could only see some house—and ask our way.”
“I believe it’s going to rain—I felt a drop on my nose.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t a tear, Natalie?”