I don't suppose there's any time to lose--" "No," said Philip.

"How many are there ?" "Four--mebby more." Billinger started his horse into a gallop and Philip purposely held his mount behind to look at the other man.

The first law of MacGregor's teaching was to study men, and to suspect.
It was the first law of the splendid service of which he was a part--and so he looked hard at Billinger.

The Englishman was hatless.

His sandy hair was cropped short, and his mustaches floated out like flexible horns from the sides of his face.