The birds were flitting
through the branches, and, in spite of the rather queer expedition they
were on, the boys enjoyed themselves. As for the man they were guiding,
he was content to walk along, stopping, here and there, to look through
the forest, or gather some flowers.
"Is there any particular place you want to go to?" asked Bart, when they
had been walking on the road for perhaps half an hour.
"I thought you said the road did not lead anywhere."
"Neither it does, but there are paths through the woods branching off
the road, and if you wanted to get to a certain spot I think we could
take you there."
"No, I only want to see how the road runs. I am not looking for any
particular place. But these paths you speak of, are they easy to find?"
"Not unless you know the woods pretty well," put in Ned.
"Ah! Then I suppose a person coming--say from the other side of the
forest--would have difficulty in reaching the road and getting into
Darewell?"
"It would be quite hard, I imagine," said Bart, "We have never been to
the other edge of the forest. It is about ten miles in extent, and we
have only been about half way through.
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