The red gleam smote him with terror, and he slunk away.

The wolf, the rabbit, and the deer came; they, too, saw the red gleam, and fled, with the same terror striking at their hearts.

All, after the single look, sank back into the shadows, and the forest was silent and deserted.
Paul and Henry, as they slept, were guarded by a single gleam of fire from all enemies save human kind.
But as the night thickened there had been a whirring in the air not far away.

An hour earlier the twilight had been deepened by something that looked like a great cloud coming before the sun.

It was a cloud that moved swiftly, and it was made of a myriad of motes, closely blended.