Not a man would move a step nearer that abode of the dead.

The next commotion arose on the ridge near the North Cape.
"At this rate of progress," said Jenks to the girl, "they will not reach our house until daylight." "I almost wish they were here," was the quiet reply.

"I find this waiting and listening to be trying to the nerves." They were lying on a number of ragged garments hastily spread on the ledge, and peering intently into the moonlit area of Prospect Park.

The great rock itself was shrouded in somber shadows.

Even if they stood up none could see them from the ground, so dense was the darkness enveloping them.
He turned slightly and took her hand.