The moon, still full and red, hung low in the west.

The lake lay in a silvery and unruffled shimmer.

Through the silence there came to him from a great distance the coughing challenge of a bull moose inviting a rival to battle.

Then Philip saw a dark object huddled close to Josephine's tent.
He moved toward it, his moccasined feet making no sound.

Something impelled him to keep as quiet as the night itself.