Poor Tom!" she added sadly.

"I wonder where he is now." Nora and Jessica rose hastily.
"Do you think I'd stay ?" cried Nora.

"Not in a thousand years!" "Anything is better than this," exclaimed Jessica, as she drew on her wraps and prepared to follow her friends into the woods.
Grace opened the door, peering out into the gathering darkness.
"There is not a living thing in sight," she said.

"We'd better hurry, girls; it will soon be dark." Then the four young girls started down the trail and were soon out of sight.
When Tom Gray left old Jean's hut, with nothing between him and the ravenous wolves, except the angle of a wall, he took a long, gliding step, his body swinging gracefully with the motion, and was off like the wind, under a broad avenue of trees.

But he had not gone far before one of the straps loosened and his foot slipped.