The wind was blowing toward his hidden foes, and brought him no omen of coming danger.

He stepped into the open and again glanced around the circle.

It seemed to Henry that he was staring directly into the deer's eyes, and could see the fire shining there.
"Aim at that spot there by the shoulder, when he stoops down to drink," said Ross in the lowest of tones.
Satisfied now that no enemy was near, the stag walked to the spring.
Then he began to lower slowly the great antlers, and his head approached the water.

Henry slipped the barrel of his rifle across the log and looked down the sights.

He was seized with a tremor, but Ross and Shif'less Sol, with a magnanimity that did them credit, pretended not to notice it.