“That is too bad, but it isn’t worth while to go back now,” replied his father, hardly slackening his gait.

As the lantern which Mrs. Ribsam had handed to her husband was lighted before leaving home, the men in advance detected it immediately after they were seen themselves, and the halloo of the teacher was answered by Nick.

“Have you found anything of Nellie?” asked the mother, in broken English, as soon as the parties came together.

“It could scarcely be expected,” answered the instructor, in a kindly voice; “we have just got here, and have only looked along the road.  I have little doubt that she is soundly sleeping somewhere not far off.”

While all stood still, the father lifted up his voice, and in clear, penetrating tones called the name of his missing child: 

“Nellie!”

The ticking of the big watch in the pocket of Nick was plainly heard as the little company awaited the answering call of the child.

But it came not, and three times more was the name of the missing girl repeated by the father, who broke down completely the last time.

Nick now joined his thumb and finger against the end of his tongue, and emitted a blast like that of a steam whistle.  It resounded among the trees, and then followed the same oppressive stillness as before.

It was useless to remain where they were any longer, and, without a word, the five moved on.  The three lamps were swung above their heads, and they peered into the gloomy depths on the right and left.

Nick, as might have been expected, kept the advance, and his father allowed him to carry the lantern.  As the other lights were behind the lad, the latter saw his huge shadow continually dancing in front and taking all manner of grotesque shapes, while, if the others had looked to the rear, they would have seen the same spectacle, as it affected their own figures.

“Wait!” suddenly called out the father, who was now obliged to use his broken English, “mebbe my Nellie she does hears me.”

Thereupon he called to her as before, Nick ending the appeal with an ear-splitting whistle, which must have been heard several miles on such a still night.

Not the slightest result followed, and with heavy hearts the little company moved on again.

“I think,” said Mr. Layton, “that she has turned aside, where, possibly, some faint path has caught her eye, and it may be that we may discover the spot.”

“Let’s look here!”

It was the mother who spoke this time, and, as they turned toward her, she was seen bending over the ground at the side of the highway, where something had arrested her attention.

Instantly all the lanterns were clustered about the spot, and it was seen that the eyes of affection had detected just such a place as that named by the teacher.  Persons who walked along the road were accustomed to turn aside into the woods, and the five now did the same, moving slowly, with the lanterns held close to the earth, and then swung aloft, while all eyes were peering into the portions penetrated by the yellow rays.