It was impossible to tell where the two warriors now lay, and, if they undertook to go on, their figures would be disclosed at once by the brilliant moonshine.

So they flattened themselves against the ground in the shadow of the bushes and waited patiently.

The time seemed to Grosvenor to be forever, but he thrilled with the belief in coming combat.

He still felt that he was in the best of all company for forest and midnight battle, and he did not fear the issue.
Willet was hopeful that the skies would darken, but they did not do so.

The persistent moon and a host of stars continued to shine down, flooding the forest with light, and he knew that if any one of them stood up a bullet would be his instant welcome.