He sank down in a helpless little heap, blubbering and groaning aloud, with his teeth chattering, and the tears running down his clammy face.

There was a louder crackling, and out of the bushes walked an old spotted cow, calmly switching her white tail and looking at John Jay in gentle-eyed wonder.
Strength came back to the boy with that familiar sight, but not being sure that the cow was not as ghostly as the ganders, he scrambled to his feet and started to run again.

To avoid passing the cow, he turned in another direction.

This time, it happened to be the right one, and in a few moments more he had dashed into the open.

Then he saw that it was not yet dark in the fields.
Mammy heard the sound of rapid running up the path, and came to the door.