Instead, agile as a cat, he ran lightly away, and disappeared in the darkness of the camp.

Robert sat down, somewhat dazed.

It had all been an affair of a minute, and it was hard for him to persuade himself that it was real.

His comrades still slept soundly, and the camp seemed as peaceful as ever.
For a time Robert could not decide what to do.

He knew that he had been threatened by a formidable danger, and that instinct, more than anything else, had saved him.