"Fancy the Nation's capital ... and this!" said Don.
"That bunchy black shadow away off to the left is the grove of tall trees that surrounds our house. We have circled round it you see. The long line on the right is the main woods which fills the whole Neck for miles above. All our fields lie on this side. The woods are gradually taking them back."
"If you put me in those woods will I ever see you again?" he asked apprehensively.
"Oh, it's not much more than a mile from the house. That's nothing."
They came to another fence with a barred opening, and climbing over found themselves in a road.
"What road is this?" asked Don.
"There's only the one road," Pen said. "It runs back from the house between the fields and on through the woods up the Neck." She hesitated painfully. "What time is it?"
The question brought back everything painful that they had put out of mind for awhile. Their hearts went down together. He threw the light on his watch.
"Half-past three," he said.
"Ah!" said Pen with a catch in her breath, "I dare not go any farther with you. It will be light in half an hour. Do you think you could carry everything the rest of the way?"