They had enough venison in their knapsacks to last a day or two, but he believed that Paul would need better and tenderer food.

The question, however, must wait a while.
The day was now almost gone.

Great shadows hovered over the eastern forest, and in the west the sun glowed in its deepest red as it prepared to go.

Henry put his hand upon Paul's forehead again.

The perspiration was still coming, but the fever was now wholly gone.