"We've got to keep our powder dry.

The sooner we go the better, because the Shawnees won't be expecting us to come out so soon." The darkness was now rolling up so thick and black that to Paul it seemed like a great sable curtain dropping its folds over them.

It enveloped the forest, then the clearing, then the hut, and those within it.

The inky sky was without a star.

The puffs of rain rattled dismally on the roof of the old cabin.