An enormous orange moon was staring at them from the rim of the sandhills.

He stood still, looking at it.
"Ah!" cried Miriam, when she saw it.
He remained perfectly still, staring at the immense and ruddy moon, the only thing in the far-reaching darkness of the level.

His heart beat heavily, the muscles of his arms contracted.
"What is it ?" murmured Miriam, waiting for him.
He turned and looked at her.

She stood beside him, for ever in shadow.
Her face, covered with the darkness of her hat, was watching him unseen.

But she was brooding.