Should they ever see their four brave friends again?
And David?
Anne could endure it no longer. She rose and began to move about the hut. There lay her coat and hat. Almost without knowing what she did she put them on, pulled on her mittens and tied a broad, knitted muffler around her ears.
"Girls," she said suddenly. She had gone about her preparations so quietly the other three had not even turned to see what she was doing. "I'm going. I don't want any of you to go with me, but I would rather die than stay here all night without knowing what has happened to David and the others."
"Wait a moment," cried Grace, "and I'll go, too. It would be unbearable not to know—and if we meet the wolves, why, then, as Tom said, we can climb a tree. Poor Tom!" she added sadly. "I wonder where he is now."
Nora and Jessica rose hastily.
"Do you think I'd stay?" cried Nora. "Not in a thousand years!"
"Anything is better than this," exclaimed Jessica, as she drew on her wraps and prepared to follow her friends into the woods.
Grace opened the door, peering out into the gathering darkness.
"There is not a living thing in sight," she said. "We'd better hurry, girls; it will soon be dark." Then the four young girls started down the trail and were soon out of sight.