I had gone some distance without finding a score, and I began to fear that I really had lost myself; but it would not do to stand still, so I walked on; and greatly to my relief, as I touched tree after tree, I at length felt a scored one, and knew that I was in the right direction. Presently a light appeared ahead.  I ran towards it, shouting at the top of my voice.  A welcome halloo came from Mike, who was standing, with a pine torch in his hand, at the door of the hut.