Grosvenor was full of courage and he had already proved that he was adaptable.

He would learn fast.

The hunter had every reason to be satisfied with himself and the situation.
The fog did not go away.

Instead, it thickened perceptibly, rolling up in new waves from the lake.

The figures of the sleeping four were wrapped in it as in a white blanket, but Willet knew they were there.
No air stirred, and, as he sat silent, he listened for sounds that might come through the white veil, hearing only the occasional stirring of some animal.