Then, smiling, he lay back, pillowing his head on his left arm; and drew something from the side pocket of his coat.
The world had grown silent; across the ravine a deer among the trees watched him, motionless.
Suddenly the deer leaped in an ecstasy of terror and went crashing away into obscurity.

But Malcourt lay very, very still.
His hat was off; the cliff breeze played with his dark curly hair, lifting it at the temples, stirring the one obstinate strand that never lay quite flat on the crown of his head.
A moment later the sun set..