Heavy clouds floated past the moon, and the night was darkening rapidly.

Once more his heart sank to the uttermost depths, and it had full cause to do so.

For some reason he had been pursued with singular malice and cunning, and now it seemed that his enemies were triumphant.

Tayoga could trail him anywhere on land, but water left no trail.

He was sure that his captors would keep to the river.
The speed of the boat increased with the efforts of the rowers and the favor of the current.