They hung back lest he have at command a dreadful weapon.
At last, they saw him stop and stand motionless.

Hastening up, they perceived that his face wore an expression telling that he had at last found the place for which he had struggled.

His spare figure was erect; his bloody hands were quietly at his side.

He was waiting with patience for something that he had come to meet.

He was at the rendezvous.