There would be no twilight hour in which to follow the trail, no moon, no stars--and unless Pierrot and the factor were already on their way, they would not start in the face of the pitch blackness that would soon shroud the forest.
Nepeese shivered and rose to her feet.

For the first time Baree got up, and he stood close at her side.

Above them a flash of lightning cut the clouds like a knife of fire, followed in an instant by a terrific crash of thunder.

Baree shrank back as if struck a blow.

He would have slunk into the shelter of the brush wall of the wigwam, but there was something about the Willow as he looked at her which gave him confidence.