The round impression made by a war-sandal struck his eye; it proved to him beyond any possibility of doubt that his inferences were correct.

The old man straightened himself to his full height.

His piercing glance went in the direction whither the Tehua had gone.

He bent forward again and followed the same line toward the north.
* * * * * The sun had just set over the Rito.

It disappeared behind dense clouds; a storm was gathering in the west.