midday
Rose felt as if her heart would burst with the sorrow she could not confess . They ate their last crumbs for breakfast . A fine , cutting sleet was in the air , but they kept quite inside of the forest , except when they were afraid of losing the trail . There was no stop for a midday meal , and they pushed on , carrying Destournier in a litter . Must they spend another night in the woods ? Suddenly a shout reaches them , the sound of familiar French voices , and every heart thrilled with joy , as they answered it . Blessed relief was at hand .