It was a figure, terrible alike in its manifestation of physical power and readiness, and in the fierce eye that told what quality of mind lay behind it.
He sank down again and moved in a small circle to the right.

His original thrill of joy was now a permanent emotion; he was like some one playing an exciting game into which no thought of danger entered.

He stopped behind a large tree, and sheltering himself riveted his eyes on a spot in the forest about fifty yards away.

No one else could have found there anything suspicious, anything to tell of an alien presence, but he no longer doubted.
At the detected point a leaf moved, but not in the way it should have swayed before the gentle wind, and there was a passing spot of brown in the green of the bushes.

It was visible only for a moment, but it was sufficient for the attuned mind and body of Henry Ware.