It seemed to him a horrible sort of irony that he might presently be forced from his shelter by mosquitoes and be killed in flight to another refuge.
But he was endowed with great patience and tenacity and he clung to his shelter, relying rather upon ear than eye to note the approach of an enemy.

Meanwhile the sun sank down to the rim of the wood, and the twilight thickened rapidly in the east.

Then a shot was fired from the point from which the first had come.

Dick heard the bullet singing over his head, but it gave him satisfaction because he was able to locate his enemy.
He sought no return fire, but lay in the dip, wary and patient.

The sun sank beyond the rim, the western sky flamed blood red for a few moments, and then the Southern night swept down so suddenly that it seemed to come with violence.