I knelt down and lifted up Weena. The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company of creatures.
"Apparently she had fainted. I put her carefully upon my shoulder and rose to push on, and then came a horrible realization.
"While maneuvering with my matches and Weena, I had turned myself about several times, and now I had not the faintest idea in what direction my path lay. For all I knew I might be facing back toward the Palace of Green Porcelain.
"I found myself in a cold perspiration. I had to think rapidly what to do. I determined to build a fire and encamp where we were. I put the motionless Weena down upon a turfy bole. Very hastily, as my first lump of camphor waned, I began collecting sticks and leaves.
"Here and there out of the darkness round me the eyes of the Morlocks shone like carbuncles.
