What he saw was the similar grey shape of another schooner!
At twenty-six minutes he saw it take shape, gray under the blue green around him.
The gray shape on the far hill was indeed a village, and growing closer.
He caught notice of a gray shape around her waist.
For a moment she saw them, the great grey shapes from the cold place.
The others could be seen as grey shapes in the darkness.
A grey shape passed across her vision, came back, peered down.
Over in the corner the grey shape of her poor dead puppy.
A dark gray shape sat in the middle of the whiteness.
He went over to the gray shapes that had been silently watching throughout.
