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It was uneven with rolls and dips, great boulders and slattern mounds of earth, pocked here and there in the rock crevices with spates of foliage like the weeds that grow from the cracks in concreteThe moonlight was clearing the invisible peak of Mount Anaka, lancing downward into the pass and dappling the rocks and knolls with shadowsIt was all very bare, very cold; Martinez felt a thousand miles from the stifling velvet night of the jungleHe moved out from the protection of the grove, advanced a few hundred feet and knelt in the shadow of a boulderBehind him, near the horizon, he could see the Southern Cross, and instinctively he noted its directionThe pass ran due north
Slowly, reluctantly, he moved up through the defile, proceeding cautiously along the rocky littered floor of the passAfter a few hundred yards the pass bore to the left and then to the right again, narrowing considerablyIn places the shadow of the mountain covered the corridor almost completelyHe progressed at an uneven pace, loping forward almost recklessly for many yards at a time and then pausing fearfully for seconds which elapsed louis vuitton miroir handbags into minutes while he lashed himself to advance againEvery insect, every tiny animal he roused in its burrow startled him, unmanned him with the noise of its movementHe played a continual deception with himself, deciding to go on only to the next bend in the pass, and when he had reached it and the ground traversed had been harmless, he would pick another objective and proceed on to itIn this way he covered perhaps a little over a mile in less than an hour, climbing upward almost all the timeHe began to wonder how long the pass might be; despite his experience he was teasing himself with the old trick of imagining that each crest before him was the final one and beyond would be the jungle, the rear of the Japanese lines, and the sea
As time passed without incident, as more and more of the pass was set behind him, he grew more confident, more impatientHis halts became less frequent, the distance he would traverse each time became greaterAt one point the pass was overgrown with tall kunai grass for a quarter of a mile, and he plodded through it confidently, knowing he could not be observed
Until now omega mens watch fake there had been no place where the Japanese could have established an outpost, and his caution, the elaborate observation he made, had been more from terror, more from the unassailable silence of the mountain and the pass, than from any suspicion of an enemy siteBut the terrain was changingThe foliage had become thicker and covered more area; in several places it was extensive enough to conceal a small bivouacHe scouted them cursorily, entering the little groves in the shadow, moving in a few yards, and then waiting for several minutes to see if he could hear the inevitable sounds of men sleepingWhen nothing moved but the leaves and birds and animals, he would stalk out and continue his advance up the pass
At a turn it narrowed again; the opposing cliff walls were not more than fifty yards apart here, and in several places along the route the defile was blocked by a patch of jungleIt took him many minutes to pass through each grove and the strain of passing through the brush without making noise was greatHe reached a section which was comparatively open again and moved forward with a sense of release
But at fake louis vuitton bag another turn he saw before him a tiny valley limited by the cliffs on either side and plugged by a small wood which grew completely across the gapIn the daylight it would have a fine field of viewIt was the best position he had seen for an outpost, and he was certain, immediately and instinctively, that the Japanese had retreated to hereHe felt it with a start of his limbs, an acceleration of his heartMartinez examined the grove from the lee of a rock, staring across the moonlight, his face pinched and tenseThere was a band of deep shadow at his right where the cliffs filleted into the base of the pass, and smoothly, not allowing himself to think about it, he glided around the rock, and crept along in the darkness on his hands and knees, keeping his face lowWith fascination he found himself watching the ragged borderline between the moonlight and shadow, and unaccountably he felt himself moving toward the light once or twiceIt seemed alive, with an existence as acute as his; his throat was tight, almost swelling, and he watched the shimmer of the moonlight with a dumb absorptionThe grove came nearer, was chanel handbags for sale twenty yards away from him, now tenHe paused at the edge of it, and examined its periphery for a machine-gun emplacement or a foxholeIn the darkness he could see nothing but the dark bulk of the trees
Once more Martinez entered a grove and stood waiting for soundsHe could not hear anything at first, and he advanced a cautious step, parting the brush with his hands, and then moved forward another and anotherHis foot trod on a patch of worn earth, explored it with frightHe knelt and patted the earth, fingered the small leaves of a bush at his sideThe ground was trampled, and the bush had been beaten to one side
He was on a newly formed trail
To corroborate it, a man coughed in his sleep not five yards awayMartinez stiffened, almost jumped as though he had touched something hotThe flesh on his face became stretched and tautHe could not have uttered a sound at that moment
Automatically he took a step backward, and heard someone else turning over in his blanketsHe did not dare to move for fear of swiping a branch and arousing themFor at least a minute he was wholly paralyzedHe felt it impossible to turn chanel clutch bac