Nor did they hear something a moment later fall with a slight metalic sound on the bark floor of the prison.

The sound was repeated in an instant, but still they did not hear it, and then the figure of a man, melting back to a shadow, glided away from the house and into the bushes and thence to the forest, where it was lost.
Carlos and Juan chatted until their cigarritos were smoked out.

Then they shouldered their muskets and continued the watch that seemed to them so easy.

How could unarmed men escape through such a thickness of logs?
The shadow in the forest was lost to the sight of any possible Spaniard, but not to the sight of another shadow that arose from the bushes and flitted after it.

The two shadows were now deep in the forest, but the second hung close on the first, making no noise, and sinking quickly to the ground, when the other looked back.
This second shadow, as it passed through a partially open space, also revealed itself in the moonlight as a man, but a man ghastly and terrible in appearance.