The Flaming Jewel

The Flaming Jewel

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Excerpt: ...eyes exposed. The dead man's hat fitted him. His own hat and the extra torch he dropped into his basket-pack. Ready, now, he moved swiftly forward, trailing his rifle. And very soon it became plain to him that the people ahead were moving without much caution, evidently fearing no unfriendly ear or eye in that section of the wilderness. Smith could hear their tread on rock and root and rotten branch, or swishing through frosted fern and brake, or louder on newly fallen leaves. At times he could even see the round white glare of a torch on the ground - see it shift ahead, lighting up tree trunks, spread out, fanlike, into a wide, misty glory, then vanish as darkness rushed in from the vast ocean of the night. Once they halted at a brook. Their torches flashed it; he heard them sounding its depths with their gun-butts. Smith knew that brook. It was the east branch of Star Brook, the inlet to Star Pond. Far ahead above the trees the sky seemed luminous. It was star lustre over the pond, turning the mist to a silvery splendour. Now the people ahead of him moved with more caution, crossing the brook without splashing, and their boots made less noise in the woods. To keep in touch with them Smith hastened his pace until he drew near enough to hear the low murmur of their voices. They were travelling in single file; he had a glimpse of them against the ghostly radiance ahead. Indeed, so near had he approached that he could hear the heavy, laboured breathing of the last man in the file - some laggard who dragged his feet, plodding on doggedly, panting, muttering. Probably the man was Sard. Already the forest in front was invaded by the misty radiance from the clearing. Through the trees starlight glimmered on water. The perfume of the open land grew in the night air, - the scent of dew-wet grass, the smell of still water and of sedgy shores. Lying flat behind a rotting log, Smith could see them all now, - spectral shapes against the light. There were...
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  • Paperback | 70 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236693442
  • 9781236693440