They're gray an' they move....

Can't you hear them ?" Helen's excited ears, so full of throbs and imaginings, presently registered low snaps and snarls.

Bo gave her arm a squeeze.
"I hear them.

They're fighting.

Oh, gee!" she panted, and drew a long, full breath of unutterable excitement.
"Keep quiet now an' watch an' listen," said the hunter.
Slowly the black, ragged forest-line seemed to grow blacker and lift; slowly the gray neck of park lightened under some invisible influence; slowly the stars paled and the sky filled over.