Better the torture of movement than such terrible patience.

So I groped my way on, starting at every movement in the thicket.

Once I roused a deer, which broke off in front of me towards my adversary.

That would tell him my whereabouts, I thought, and for some time I lay still with a palpitating heart.

But soon the silence resumed its sway, a deathlike silence, with far off the faint tinkle of water.
By and by I reached the stream, the course of which made an open space a few yards wide in the trees.