The memory of his murdered family began to press upon him once more.

The night was black, but now it looked red to him.

Lying almost flat, he slowly pulled himself forward like a great wild beast, stalking its prey.

Colden looked at him, and then at Willet, who nodded.
"Don't try to stop him," whispered the hunter, "because he'll go anyhow.

Besides, it's time for us to reply to their shots." The dark form, moving forward without noise, had a singular fascination for Robert.