And, so far as we could understand, the same condition existed on our own side.

Below us the valley was dark even in the daylight.

We could best tell the movement of the flying marauders by the flashes of the white shroud of their captive in the midst of them.
From where we were grouped, amid the great tree-trunks on the very brow of the cliff, we could, when our eyes were accustomed to the shadow, see them quite well.

In great haste, and half dragging, half carrying the Voivodin, they crossed the open space and took refuge in a little grassy alcove surrounded, save for its tortuous entrance, by undergrowth.

From the valley level it was manifestly impossible to see them, though we from our altitude could see over the stunted undergrowth.