The light was reflected so clearly from his bearded face that it was seen distinctly, while the position of Jack, muffled in his blanket, threw his own countenance in shadow, which prevented the guide seeing it clearly.
Something prompted Jack to lie still and feign sleep, while he kept his gaze on the man, who was looking fixedly at him.

Suddenly Hank pronounced his name in a low voice, repeating the call in a louder tone.
He wished to learn whether his young friend was unconscious, and, since Jack made no reply, must have concluded he was sleeping.
The guide next threw more wood on the blaze, which burned up so brightly that the reflection reached far out on the grassy plateau.

Then, with a single glance at the prostrate figure, the hunter turned away, his footsteps as noiseless as if he were stepping on velvet.
Jack was mystified by the proceeding, but, suspecting its meaning, he arose from his hard couch and passed outside.

The moon had not yet risen, but the bright stars were in the sky, and shining with the brilliancy that he had noticed and admired on the previous evening.

He looked around for Hazletine, and, not seeing him, imitated his action by pronouncing his name, but, as he suspected, he was not within hearing.
"He has gone off to make some investigations between now and morning.