“I’m going just as fast as I can, dear. Don’t cry, and when we come to the road, I’ll carry you.”
“Where is the road?” and Robby wiped his eyes to look for it.
“Over by that big tree. Don’t you know that’s the one Ned tumbled out of?”
“So it is. May be they waited for us; I’d like to ride home--wouldn’t you?” and Robby brightened up as he plodded along toward the end of the great pasture.
“No, I’d rather walk,” answered Nan, feeling quite sure that she would be obliged to do so, and preparing her mind for it.
Another long trudge through the fast-deepening twilight and another disappointment, for when they reached the tree, they found to their dismay that it was not the one Ned climbed, and no road anywhere appeared.
“Are we lost?” quavered Rob, clasping his pail in despair.
“Not much. I don’t just see which way to go, and I guess we’d better call.”
So they both shouted till they were hoarse, yet nothing answered but the frogs in full chorus.
“There is another tall tree over there, perhaps that’s the one,” said Nan, whose heart sunk within her, though she still spoke bravely.
“I don’t think I can go any more; my boots are so heavy I can’t pull ’em;” and Robby sat down on a stone quite worn out.
“Then we must stay here all night. _I_ don’t care much, if snakes don’t come.”
“I’m frightened of snakes. I can’t stay all night. Oh, dear! I don’t like to be lost,” and Rob puckered up his face to cry, when suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he said, in a tone of perfect confidence,--
“Marmar will come and find me--she always does; I ain’t afraid now.”
“She didn’t know I was shut up in the ice-house, but she found me. I know she’ll come,” returned Robby, so trustfully, that Nan felt relieved, and sat down by him, saying, with a remorseful sigh,--
“You made me; but I don’t mind much--Marmar will love me just the same,” answered Rob, clinging to his sheet-anchor when all other hope was gone.
“I’m so hungry. Let’s eat our berries,” proposed Nan after a pause, during which Rob began to nod.
“So am I, but I can’t eat mine, ’cause I told Marmar I’d keep them all for her.”
“You’ll have to eat them if no one comes for us,” said Nan, who felt like contradicting every thing just then. “If we stay here a great many days, we shall eat up all the berries in the field, and then we shall starve,” she added, grimly.