His own spirit and willingness to dare peril made a shield for him.

His comrades were only four in number, but Grosvenor felt that, in fact, they were twenty.

He did not know what strange pass into which they would lead him, but he felt sure they would succeed.
He saw the red rim of the sun sink behind the western crests, and then the last twilight died into the night.

Heavy darkness trailed over the forest, but soon moon and stars sprang out, and the sky became silver, the spire of smoke reappearing across its southern face.

But Willet, who was in reality the leader of the little party, gave no sign.
Grosvenor knew that they were waiting for the majority of St.
Luc's force to go to sleep, leaving only the sentinels before they approached, but it was hard to sit there so long.