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It was a clear, cold, and beautiful starlight day, when the two parties started simultaneously on their separate journeys. The coruscations of the aurora were more than usually vivid, and the snow gave forth that sharp, dry, crunching sound, under the heels of the men as they moved about, that denotes intense frost.
At that moment Edward Cossey's fast trotting horse drew up at the door with a prodigious crunching of gravel, and Edward himself entered, looking very handsome and rather pale. He was admirably dressed, that is to say, his shooting clothes were beautifully made and very new- looking, and so were his boots, and so was his hat, and so were his hammerless guns, of which he brought a pair.
Into the deep shadow of a vine-entangled tree he turned his horse, and here he waited until he heard footsteps crunching in the sand, until he saw a man in the light that lay for a moment in the road, and then he cried: "Hello, there, Jim Taylor!" "Is that you, Uncle Gideon?" "Yes, Gideon's band of one. Come over here a moment." "I will as soon as I can find you.
At last we reached the shoulder, from whence I had a peep that made me long for more, but, determined not to spoil the effect, I pushed resolutely on after my guide through a low scrubby jungle, along a barely perceptible woodcutter's path, until the crisp snow crunching beneath our feet betokened our great elevation.
Yes, it seemed an age since that day, and how everything had changed! Under the cliff there to the left he could not see it, but he knew it was there was the little wooden wharf where he had parted from Phil between night and morning. And he wished to God he had gone home with him. He heard a crunching sound behind him, and looked round sharply.
The fire was still warm, and they huddled round it with Diogenes, and talked, and listened to Moses crunching the grass, and made plans for the morrow. Then at last they carried the sheeting and the rugs to the tent, and crept into their sacks and prepared to sleep. With the exception of Gregory, no one slept very well.
"Gee, that's the Paris train! Tiens!" He pressed the franc into the man's dirt-crusted hand. "Come along, Andrews." As they left the buvette they heard again the crunching crackling noise as the man bit another piece off the bottle. Andrews followed Henslowe across the steam-filled platform to the door of a first-class carriage. They climbed in.
Chang stood dumb. Then all at once he exploded, shouting and gesticulating. She could not make out what he said, but she knew. He was ordering them off. He seemed to be ordering them off the earth as well as the beach. And Raft stood there patient and dumb like a chidden child. Then she saw Raft nod his head and turn away. He came back crunching up the shingle. "Sit down," said he.
His clean-shaven face resembled that of Anubis, the hawk-headed god of Ancient Egypt, and his hair, which was growing white, he wore long and brushed back from his bony brow. His skin was of a dull, even yellow color, and his long thin brown hands betrayed to me the fact that the man was a Eurasian. The crunching of a piece of gravel under foot revealed my presence. The man looked up swiftly.
"I never tasted anything sweeter in my life," said the Pooka, crunching it between his teeth, "and now if you can give me a sup of milk, I'll want for nothing." The huntsman's wife brought him a peggin of milk. When he had drunk it, "Now," says the Pooka, "go back to your beds, and I'll curl myself up by the fire and sleep like a top till morning." And soon everybody in the hut was fast asleep.
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