Owing to the fact that he had slept nearly the entire afternoon,
and also rendered wakeful by the loss he had just sustained, Toby
lay awake on the hard ground, with the monkey on his arm, hour
after hour, until all kinds of fancies came to him, and in every
sound feared he heard someone from the circus coming to capture
him, or some wild beast intent on picking his bones.
The cold sweat of fear stood out on his brow, and he hardly dared
to breathe, much more to speak, lest the sound of his voice should
betray his whereabouts and thus bring his enemies down upon him.
The minutes seemed like hours, and the hours like days, as he lay
there, listening fearfully to every one of the night sounds of
the forest; and it seemed to him that he had been there very many
hours when at last he fell asleep and was thus freed from his fears.
Bright and early on the following morning Toby was awake, and as
he came to a realizing sense of all the dangers and trouble that
surrounded him he was disposed to give way again to his sorrow;
but he said resolutely to himself, "It might be a good deal worse
than it is, an' Mr. Stubbs an' I can get along one day without
anything to eat; an' perhaps by night we shall be out of the woods,
an' then what we get will taste good to us."
He began his walk -- which possibly might not end that day --
manfully, and his courage was rewarded by soon reaching a number
of bushes that were literally loaded down with blackberries.
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