He had a hideous, feline face, and he was naked, save a breech-cloth at the waist.

He carried but a single weapon, a knife in his ready hand, but the eyes were those of the most utter savage expecting a speedy prey.
The first shadow reached a little grove free from undergrowth and stopped.
He was about to lie down, rifle by his side, and seek sleep, but his ear, attuned to the wilderness, caught a faint sound.

It was not the wind among the leaves, nor the gliding of a snake nor the chirp of an insect, but a sound that was not a part of the night harmony.

The sensitive ear had given him warning, as the instinct of an animal warns that an enemy has come.
The first shadow slid from the grove and into the undergrowth, sank low, and, waiting, caught sight of the second shadow, the man who pursued.

He saw the naked figure, the feline face, and the ready knife in hand.