The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 4 Page 13

— that was all I heard, all I could make of it; and sniffed treason as I lay there, making no question of the foulness of this midnight tryst.

It was an hour, I think, they sat there, two ghostly figures formless against the woods; then one rose, and presently I saw it was the Sagamore.

Noiselessly he retraced his steps across the silvery esplanade of rock; and if my vague, flat outline were even visible to him I passed for a shadow or a cleft beneath his notice — perhaps for a fallen branch or heap of fern and withered leaf — I know not. But I let him go, unstirring, my eyes riveted upon the other shape, seated there like some grey wraith upon a giant’s tombstone, under the high stars.

Beyond the ferns I saw the shadow of the