The "might" was even a chillier horror than the ghostly laughter, it so confessed a perishing hope. The children stood still and listened; but there was no result. Tom turned upon the back track at once, and hurried his steps. It was but a little while before a certain indecision in his manner revealed another fearful fact to Becky--he could not find his way back!

     "Oh, Tom, you didn't make any marks!"

     "Becky, I was such a fool! Such a fool! I never thought we might want to come back! No--I can't find the way. It's all mixed up."

     "Tom, Tom, we're lost! we're lost! We never can get out of this awful place! Oh, why did we ever leave the others!"