Not a sound was to be heard but the voice of a whip-poor-will somewhere.

Even Hervey's buoyant nature was subdued by the solemn stillness.
Suddenly something between the two rocks caught his eye.

The caked earth looked as if a narrow board had been drawn over it.

Bordering this broad line, about half an inch from it on either side, were two narrow fancy lines--or at least that is what Hervey called them.

Examining these carefully, he saw that they were made up of tiny, diagonal lines.