As he said, by groping carefully, they could not mistake the way.

It was only necessary to make the hands take the place of the eyes, and to trust to their instinct, which had with Simon Ford and his son become a second nature.
James Starr and his companions walked on in the order agreed.

They did not speak, but it was not for want of thinking.

It became evident that they had an adversary.

But what was he, and how were they to defend themselves against these mysteriously-prepared attacks?
These disquieting ideas crowded into their brains.