Now!" Rapidly descending the hill, they threw themselves into the woods at its base.

Here they could not see the fire, but now and then, as they ran, they caught the glow, far down the lines of trees.

Though they went swiftly they went warily as well, keeping an eye and ear open and muskets ready.

But there was no sound other than their own quick footfalls upon the floor of rotting leaves, or the eager brushing of their bodies through occasional undergrowth; no sight but the serried trees and the checkered light and shade upon the ground.
They came to the shallow stream that flashed through the valley, and crossing it found themselves on cleared ground, with only a long strip of corn between them and what had been a home for English folk.

It was that no longer: for lack of fuel the flames were dying down; there was only a charred and smoking pile, out of which leaped here and there a red tongue.
Haward had expected to hear a noise of savage triumph, and to see dark figures moving about their handiwork.