The grave face softened.
“Thank you, my lad,” said Ralph. “You are right there, at least. You can rely upon my friendship being sincere.”
“Then I am right, am I not?” said Herbert, smiling brightly.
“I believe you are,” said the guide, after a pause, “and I thank you for teaching me a lesson.”
“Man was made in the image of God,” said Herbert. “If we doubt man, I think it is the same as doubting God.”
Ralph did not reply, but walked on in thoughtful silence.
“How far is it to Vernon?” asked Herbert, when they had emerged from the woods.
“It is five miles farther. Can you walk so far?”
“Oh, yes; I have good stout legs. But suppose Mr. Holden should escape. He might pursue us.”
Ralph smiled.