It was so dark that Tyope could move without any fear of being seen.

He nevertheless maintained a stooping position as long as he was on open ground.

Once in the corn he followed its rows instead of traversing them, as if afraid of injuring the plants.

He also examined carefully the edge of the brook before crossing it to the south side.
Once on the declivity leading up to the mesa, he climbed nimbly and with greater unconcern, for there the shadow was so dense that nobody could notice him from below.
From the brink of the table-land Tyope looked back upon the Rito.

He stopped not so much in order to see, for it was too dark, but in order to listen.