"I feel as if everything in the world had stopped.

There is not a breath stirring." "Perhaps it has," answered Grace.

"But we mustn't stop, even if everything else has, now that the fire is out, or we'll freeze to death." She was just about to call the others briskly, for the air was beginning to nip her cheeks, when something in the faces of the four boys made her pause.
They were standing together near the remains of the fire, and seemed to be listening intently.
Not a sound, not even the crackling of a branch disturbed the stillness for a moment and then, from what appeared to be a great distance, came a long, howling wail, so forlorn, so weird, it might have been the cry of a spirit.
"What is it ?" whispered the other girls, creeping about Grace.
"I think we'd better be hurrying along, now, girls," said David in a natural voice.

"It's getting late." "You can't deceive us, David," replied Grace calmly.

"We know it's wolves.".