It broke into links, and then the links went out.
Light clouds came up from the west, and were drawn, like a veil, across the sky.

The moon began to fade, the silver armor melted away from the trees, and the wild cat that had come back could scarcely see the two strange beings, keen though his eyes were, so dense was the shadow where they lay.

The wild things, still devoured with curiosity, pressed nearer.

The terrible red light that filled their souls with dread, was gone, and the forest had lost half its terror.

There was a ring of eyes about Henry and Paul, but they yet abode in glorious slumberland, peaceful and happy.
Suddenly a new note came into the sounds of the wilderness, one that made the timid creatures tremble again with dread.