“Every step. He must be a giant for he handled me as if I weighed about ten pounds.
“And there was only the one?”
“That’s all.”
“But what became of him?” Jack asked.
“Well, a little while ago we saw a light through the trees. I guess it must have been your light, and he began to hurry faster. I didn’t dare make a sound because he had told me that he would kill me if I did. Then he fell and I guess he must have hurt his ankle because he swore fearfully. He picked me up again and started off but he limped a good deal, and—and pretty soon he threw me down and, without saying a word, started off alone. That’s all I know. But, tell me, how did you find me?”
“I—I guess God must have led us to you,” Bob said slowly. “I don’t know how else we picked up the trail.”
“He must have. I knew that you’d try and I asked Him to show you the way.”
“I guess we’ve been quiet all for nothing,” Jack said aloud.
“Maybe. But it’s better to be careful than sorry, you know,” Bob told him.
“How far are we from the cabin?” Helen asked.