His eyes glowed and his face was distorted with a horrid expression, more brutal than human.
His appearance might well have made the boldest recoil.

Anna planted herself before her companion, as if to shelter her, while Blanka felt only a mad desire to run and throw herself over the precipice.

But suddenly, when the man was only a few steps from them, he halted and drew back as if some one had smitten him in the face, his knees trembled, and an inarticulate cry escaped his lips.

He seemed to have encountered something from which he drew back in dismay, as the leopard, when pursuing a deer, turns tail at sight of a lion.

Blanka and Anna gave a backward glance and then started to run.