Timokles trembled from head to foot.

He did not fear death, but he dreaded capture and unknown terrors.
The dark form passed by again.

A chill went over Timokles, as he thought he saw a weapon in the man's hand.
The footsteps became inaudible once more.

Timokles, waiting a long time, imagined his foe might have gone.

As the lad was about to lift his head, a hand brushed along the side of his rock, and reached out into the dark, underneath.