He was sure of that.

She would tell him what had happened while he slept.

His faith was illimitable.
They came into the sodden dip at the foot of the ridge, and the lightning revealed to him the edge of the poplar growth in which O'Connor had seen Marette many weeks ago.

The bayou trail wound through this, and Kent struck out for it blindly in the darkness.

He did not try to talk, but he freed his companion's hand and put his arm about her when they came to the level ground, so that she was sheltered by him from the beat of the storm.