There is nothing dangerous in the weather, the wild animals, or anything, but the bewilderment of being lost and the lack of food.

God will not allow her to be lost." "I guess not," said I, thinking of the fate which led me to my last night's camp, and of Gowdy's search having missed me as he rode by in the night.
They drove on, leaving us standing by the roadside.

Virginia crept forward and peeked over the back of the seat after them until they disappeared over a hillock.

Then she began begging me to go where Gowdy could not find us.

He would soon come along, she said, with that tool of his, Pinck Johnson, searching high and low for her as that man had said.
Everybody would help him but me.