He looked up to the starry vault, and, yielding to the spell, he, too, prayed.
It was a beautiful night.

After a baking hot day the rocks were radiating their stored-up heat, but the pleasant south-westerly breeze that generally set in at sunset tempered the atmosphere and made sleep refreshing.

Jenks could not settle down to rest for a little while after Iris left him.

She did not bring forth her lamp, and, unwilling to disturb her, he picked up a resinous branch, lit it in the dying fire, and went into the cave.
He wanted to survey the work already done, and to determine whether it would be better to resume operations in the morning from inside the excavation or from the ledge.

Owing to the difficulty of constructing a vertical upward shaft, and the danger of a sudden fall of heavy material, he decided in favor of the latter course, although it entailed lifting all the refuse out of the hole.