But her eyes were on the sky as she went straining into the night, hoping to find signs of a living creature on wing.
By and by she began to see the wavering flight of something she thought near the right size.

She had no idea where she was, but she stopped, lighted a lantern and hung it as high as she could reach.

A little distance away she placed the second and then the third.

The objects came nearer and sick with disappointment she saw that they were bats.
Crouching in the damp swamp grasses, without a thought of snakes or venomous insects, she waited, her eyes roving from lantern to lantern.
Once she thought a creature of high flight dropped near the lard oil light, so she arose breathlessly waiting, but either it passed or it was an illusion.

She glanced at the old lantern, then at the new, and was on her feet in an instant creeping close.