Her fierce eyes examined the approaching cloud of dust intently.

A redness rose under the burnt yellow skin and colored the wizened cheeks.
They were coming.
She stepped quickly out of the tangle, and darted up the road, running with the speed of a fleet little terrier, not opening her lips, not calling out, but holding her two thin hands high above her head.
That was all.

But Birnam wood was come to Dunsinane at last, and the messenger sped.

Out of the weeds in the corners of the snake fence, in the upper part of the rise, silently lifted the heads of men whose sallowness became a sickish white as the child flew by.
The mob was carefully organized.

They had taken their time and had prepared everything deliberately, knowing that nothing could stop them.
No one had any thought of concealment; it was all as open as the light of day, all done in the broad sunshine.