Once more Shalah put his mouth to my ear, with a swift motion like a snake, and whispered, "The Master." We crawled flat on our bellies round the edge of the cup.

The trees had gone, and the only cover was the long grass and the low sumach bushes.
We moved a foot at a time, and once the Indian turned in his tracks and crawled to the left almost into the open.

My sense of smell, as sharp almost as a dog's, told me that horses were picketed in the grass in front of us.

Our road took us within, hearing of the speaker, and though I dared not raise my head, I could hear the soft Highland voice of my friend.

He seemed now to be speaking humorously, for a laugh came from the hearers.
Once at the crossing of a little brook, I pulled a stone into the water, and we instantly lay as still as death.