There was no smile there now.

All its jovial roundness had vanished.

It had sunk in; it was blue and ghastly with large, protruding eyes, like to that of a man who had been three days dead.
I was right--Jana _had_ heard.

Low as the whisper was, through that intense silence it had penetrated to his almost preternatural senses.
Forward he came at a run for twenty paces or more with his trunk held straight out in front of him.

Then he halted again, perhaps the length of a cricket pitch away, and smelt as before.
The sight was too much for Marut.