Always he clung to the shadows where his shifting body still blended with the dark, and as he advanced other primitive instincts blazed up in him.

He was a hunter pursuing for the first time the highest and most dangerous game of all game and the thrill through his veins was so keen that he shivered slightly.

His chin was projected, and his eyes were two red spots in the night.

All the while his comrades by the fire, even the trained foresters, slumbered in peace, no warning whatever coming to their heavy heads.
The boy reached the wall of the woods, and now his form was completely swallowed up in the blackness there.

He lay a while in the bushes, motionless, all his senses alert, and for the third time the jarring note came to his ears.