Only an eye of preternatural keenness could have separated the outline of the boy from the general scene.
For five minutes he lay and moved not a particle.

Then the discordant note came again among the familiar sounds of the forest and he glanced at his comrades.

They slept peacefully.

His lip curled slightly, not with contempt but with that unconscious feeling of superiority; they would not have noticed, even had they been awake.
His hands moved forward and grasped his rifle.

Then he began to slip away from the opening and into the forest, not by walking nor altogether by crawling, but by a curious, noiseless, gliding motion, almost like that of a serpent.