The rays, feeble, were yet strong enough to show his gigantic figure, naked save for the breech cloth, and painted horribly.

His eyes, moreover, were lighted up either in fact or in Robert's fancy with a most wicked gleam, as if he were already clutching the scalps of the three whom he was hunting so savagely.
"Now," whispered Tayoga, "Tododaho alone can save us.

He holds our fate in the hollow of his hand, but he is merciful as well as just." Robert knew their danger was of the uttermost, but often, in the extreme crises of life and death, one may not feel until afterward that fate has turned on a hair.
De Courcelles was just behind Tandakora, but the light did not fall so clearly upon him.

The savage had a hideous fascination for Robert, and the moon's rays seemed to follow him.

Every device and symbol painted upon the huge chest stood out like carving, and all the features of the heavy, cruel face were disclosed as if by day.