His movements made no sound.

He gained the wagon, where he crouched a moment.
The ground seemed a pale, obscure medium, hardly more real than the gloom above it.

Through this gloom of night, which looked thick like a cloud, but was really clear, shone the thin, bright point of light, accentuating the black square that was Greaves's store.

Above this stood a gray line of tree foliage, and then the intensely dark-blue sky studded with white, cold stars.
A hound bayed lonesomely somewhere in the distance.

Voices of men sounded more distinctly, some deep and low, others loud, unguarded, with the vacant note of thoughtlessness.
Jean gathered all his forces, until sense of sight and hearing were in exquisite accord with the suppleness and lightness of his movements.