As soon as Robin had fairly disappeared, the youth rose and ran quickly after him, and soon caught glimpses of the tall, stooping figure wending its way amongst the ruddy pine stems, now dyed golden and crimson in the glow of the bright sunset.
On and on he went in the fading light, and on and on went Cuthbert in steady pursuit.

This part of the forest was strange to the youth, but it was familiar enough to the gipsy.

From the mechanical way in which he chose his track, and the direct certainty with which he walked, it was plain that he knew every inch of the road, and could have found the path by night as well as by day.
"Sure it must lead to the haunted dell," thought Cuthbert, as the gloom deepened around him and the wood grew denser and denser.

The pines began to be mingled with other trees.

The undergrowth was thicker and more tangled.