I could but hold my breath and wait and watch.
And suddenly I became conscious that they could all three see something which was invisible to me.

I read it from their tense faces and their staring eyes.

Toussac swung his axe over his shoulder and poised himself for a blow.

Lesage cowered away and put one hand between his eyes and the open door.

The other ceased swinging his spindle legs and sat like a little brown image upon the edge of his box.