The whole west was a sea of red and yellow fire, but in the east the forest was already sinking into the dark.

He turned now, and went back toward the west on a line parallel with the pursuit, but much closer to the swamp.

The dusk thickened rapidly.

The sun dropped over the curve of the world, and the vast complex maze of trunks and boughs melted into a solid black wall.

The incident of the pursuit was over and with it its petty annoyances.