Shalah was a graven image, and I was too tensely strung to have any of the itches and fervours which used to vex me in hunting the deer when stillness was needful.

Through the fretted greenery, I saw the dim shadows of men passing swiftly.

The thought of the horse worried me.

If the confounded beast grazed peaceably down the other side of the hill, all might be well.

So long as he was out of sight any movement he made would be set down by the Indians to some forest beast, for animals' noises are all alike in a wood.