He had received too great a shock, and the impending danger was too imminent for him to do any thing but watch, so long as darkness and the animal remained.
Several times he thought there was evidence of the presence of another beast, but he failed to discover it, and finally believed he had been mistaken.
It was a tiresome and lonely occupation, this incessant watching, and Teddy had recourse to several expedients to while away the weary hours.

The first and most natural was that of singing.

He trolled forth every song that he could recall to remembrance, and it may be truly said that he awoke echoes in those forest-aisles never before heard there.

As in the pauses he heard the volume of sound that seemed quivering and swaying among the tree-trunks, like the confined air in an organ, he was awed into silence.
"Whist, ye son of Patrick McFadden; don't ye hear the responses all around ye, as if the spirits were in the organ loft, thinkin' ye a praist and thimselves the choir-boys.

I belaves, by me sowl, that ivery tree has got a tongue, for hear how they whispers and mutters.
Niver did I hear the likes.