Even the insect life seemed wrapped in a deep hush of somnolence. As
yet the night scavengers had not emerged from their hidings to bay the
silvery radiance of a moonlit night. The deep hush beneath the myriad
of eyes of night was as beautiful as it was treacherous, for it only
cloaked hot, stirring passions ready in a moment to break out into
warring chaos.
Crouching low under the shelter of the screening bush three figures
huddled closely. They were peering across the wide gulf, searching
with eyes that only half read what lay before them in the starlight.
Their gaze rested upon one definite spot whose shadowy outline was
indicated by the outstretched arm of one of the party. It was a deep
woodland bluff, leaning, as it seemed, for support against the far wall
of the valley's western slope.
After some tense moments the straining eyes beheld the faintest glimmer
of artificial light flickering in the depths of its silent heart. So
faint was it, at the distance, that, for a while, doubt prevailed.
Then conviction supervened as each of the watchers recorded his
observation and a sigh of certitude made itself heard.
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