My eyes are the eyes of a cat; I can see in the dark.

Perhaps the bridge is down." Without waiting for an answer, he crept forward on his hands and knees so quietly that they could scarcely hear a movement.

Notwithstanding his white dress, there was little chance of his being seen, for the shadow of the shed was dense and a fringe of rushes grew along the edge of the dike.
Five minutes passed--ten minutes passed, and Otter did not return.
Leonard's anxiety grew very keen.
"Let us go and see what happened, mother," he whispered to Soa.
They crept along to the end of the shed.

Within a yard of it they discovered the arms and clothes of Otter.

But Otter! Where was he?
"The Black One has deserted us," said Soa beneath her breath.
"Never!" answered Leonard.
By now the clouds were breaking before the wind, which was rising steadily, and some stars shone out, giving a little light.