Agatha, whom he had thought asleep, advanced with a smile.

She looked very fresh, and although he imagined she was highly strung, her face was calm.

For a few moments she said nothing, but stood close by, gazing fixedly in front.
There was some mist on the low ground, but, for the most part, the tops of the pines rose above the haze.

The sky in the east was getting red, and here and there one saw gleams of water and the gray backs of rocks.
That was all, for the landscape was blurred to the north, where a vague gray line hinted at another range.
"The haze is tantalizing," she remarked by and by.

"One could not see when we got here and I have been waiting for the dawn." "I hoped you slept.