He rushed to where she had been standing, but her disappearance was perfect and complete.

He made a circuit of the group of trees within whose radius she had last appeared, but there was neither trace of her, nor suggestion of her mode of escape.

He called aloud to her; the vacant Woods let his helpless voice die in their unresponsive depths.

He gazed into the air and down at the bark-strewn carpet at his feet.

Like most of his vocation, he was sparing of speech, and epigrammatic after his fashion.