At last, when he was bruised and cut, the hunter crept away into the woods.

And it was evening about him." At every word the stranger spoke the fellow's eyes flashed back on him--yes, and yes, and yes! The stranger smiled.

It was almost worth the trouble of exerting oneself, even on a lazy afternoon, to win those passionate flashes, more thirsty and desiring than the love-glances of a woman.
"He wandered on and on," said the stranger, "and the shade grew deeper.
He was on the borders now of the land where it is always night.

Then he stepped into it, and there was no light there.

With his hands he groped; but each branch as he touched it broke off, and the earth was covered with cinders.