Here he sat, seemingly brooding over his discovery, for many moments, in rigid inaction.

Then he resumed his crouching attitude, and once more projected his visage beyond the covering of the tent.

His second visit to the interior was longer, and, if possible, more ominous than the first.

But it had, like every thing else, its termination, and the savage again withdrew his glaring eyes from the secrets of the place.
Mahtoree had drawn his person many yards from the spot, in his slow progress towards the cluster of objects which pointed out the centre of the position, before he again stopped.

He made another pause, and looked back at the solitary little dwelling he had left, as if doubtful whether he should not return.