Telling the people about that he was going to the next settlement, Bedeston, and was anxious to overtake the chief from that place who had attended the assembly, he started.  So soon as he knew he could not be seen from the settlement he quitted the trail, and made a wide circuit till he faced westwards.  Anker’s Gate was a small outlying post, the most westerly from Wolfstead; he went near it to get a true direction, but not sufficiently near to be observed.  This was on the fourth of September.  The sun was declining as he finally left the country of his friends, and entered the immense forest which lay between him and Aurora.  Not only was there no track, but no one had ever traversed it, unless, indeed, it were Bushmen, who to all intents might be confused with the wild animals which it contained.

Yet his heart rose as he walked rapidly among the oaks; already he saw her, he felt the welcoming touch of her hand; the danger of Bushman or gipsy was nothing.  The forest at the commencement consisted chiefly of oaks, trees which do not grow close together, and so permitted of quick walking.  Felix pushed on, absorbed in thought.  The sun sank; still onward; and as the dusk fell he was still moving rapidly westwards.

The End

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