With an incoherent and unintelligible cry, giving voice to the chase like the commonest hound of their fields, the order-loving Hale and the philosophical Rawlins wheeled with the others, and in another instant the little band swept out of sight in the forest.
An immense and immeasurable quiet succeeded.

The sunlight glistened silently on cliff and scar, the vast distance below seemed to stretch out and broaden into repose.

It might have been fancy, but over the sharp line of the North Ridge a light smoke lifted as of an escaping soul..