Then he sank down upon his hands and knees, and, making sure that he was enveloped in shadow, he crept forward, with the utmost possible stealth, until at last he reached a point where he had but to thrust his head forward around the corner, and the camp-fire would be before him.
Here it was natural that he should pause awhile longer, for the very crisis of this perilous task had been reached.
The silence remained as profound as the tomb.

Not a rustle, not the slightest sound, even such as would have been made by a sleeping person--surely no one could be there.

The camp-fire must be deserted and all his precaution useless..