His eye could pierce the thickest night, and fear, either of the darkness or things physical, was not in him.
He rose after a while, when the last sign of day was gone, and walked on, though more slowly.

He made no noise as he passed, stepping lightly, but with sure foot like one with both genius and training for the wilderness.

He knelt at a little brook to slake his thirst, but did not stop long there.

His happiness decreased in nowise.

The familiar voices of the night were speaking to him.