But they were still in a most serious position.

They had been many hours in water which was not now warmed by summer heat, and they were bound to feel the effect of it soon in every bone.

Henry glanced up at the heavens.

It was far past noon, and the golden sun was gliding down the western arch.
"I think," said Henry, "that it would be best for us to walk, as fast as we can on the back track, and then try to dry out our clothing a little." He started at once, and Paul walked swiftly by his side.

The rivulets that ran from their clothing decreased to tiny streams, and then only drops fell.