His ear at once registered an alarm on his brain.
His eyes opened.

The man whom he had taken to be the hunter was bending over him, and, dark though it was, he distinctly saw the gleam of a knife in his hand.

His first feeling, passing in a flash, was one of vague wonderment that anybody should menace him in such a manner, and then he saw the lowering face of Garay.

He had been a fool to forget him.

With a convulsive and powerful effort he threw his body to one side, and, when the knife fell, the blade missed him by an inch.
Then Robert sprang to his feet, but Garay, uttering an angry exclamation at his missed stroke, did not attempt another.