The latter was not in sight.

It had long since skulked off, but no one thought of pursuit, as all were too anxious about Jan.
No time was lost in lifting the child to his feet.

The eyes of all ran eagerly over him to see where he was wounded; and an exclamation of joy soon broke forth when they saw that, except the scratches of the thorns, and the deep track of a cord upon his wrist, nothing in the shape of a wound could be discovered upon his diminutive body.

He had now come to himself, and assured them all that he was not hurt a bit.

Hurrah! Jan was safe! It now fell to Jan's lot to explain all this mysterious business.
He had been lying in the wagon along with the rest, but not like them asleep.