As he gazed into its gloomy depths, he was almost certain that he had discovered the _home_ of the hunter.

That at that moment the criminal was within its confines, where perhaps the beloved Cora was imprisoned, a miserable and pining captive.

The thought maddened him, and he pressed forward so rashly that he soon found himself completely entrapped in a network of briers and brambles.

Carefully withdrawing into the open wood, it suddenly occurred to him, that if the hunter had passed through the thicket, there was no earthly necessity of his doing it.

He could pass around, and, if the footprints were seen upon the opposite side, it only remained to follow them, while, if they were not visible, it certified that he was still within the thicket and he could therefore shape his actions accordingly.
Teddy therefore made his way with patience and care around one end of the thicket.