He knew that grim and terrible happenings had come with the storm, and he still sensed the nearness of tragedy in this night-world through which he was passing.

He did not go swiftly, yet he went three times as fast as the girl and he had traveled together.

He was cautious and watchful, and at intervals he stopped and listened, and swallowed hard to keep the whine of eagerness out of his throat.

Now that he was alone every instinct in him was keyed to the pulse and beat of life about him.

He knew the Night People of the deep forests were awake.