Trees stood above it, below, around--high, black masses of trees.

It was here old Cameron's company had gathered together.

No woodland spot, in dark, damp night, ever looked more wholly natural and of earth than this.

Sophia Rexford and Alec Trenholme, after long wandering, came to the edge of this opening, and stopped the sound of their own movements that they might look and listen.

They saw the small crowd assembled some way off, but could not recognise the figures or count them.