Bohannan felt a certain familiarity with the terrain, which he had carefully studied on the large-scale map he and the Master had used in planning the attack; but the Master's intimate knowledge was not his.

After two and one-half minutes, the leader stopped again, and gestured at heavy fern-brakes that could just be distinguished as black blotches in the dark of the woods.
"The exact spot," he whispered.

"Take cover, and follow your memorized orders!" He settled down noiselessly into the brakes.

The others did likewise.
Utter silence fell, save for the far, vague roar of the city.

A vagrant little breeze was stirring the new foliage, through which a few stars curiously peeped.