The stars in myriads danced in a sky of soft, velvety blue.

The river flowed in an illuminated, molten mass.

A light wind hummed a pleasant song among the brown leaves.

Robert had a curious feeling of rest and safety.

He was quite sure that neither the slaver nor the spy could hit him while he lay in the dip, and no movement of theirs would escape the observation of Tayoga, the incomparable sentinel.