"Lights Out!" The bugle-call rang softly down the valley, echoed away tenderly in the hills, and was lost in the distance.

Roused by the clear call, Elise rose from watching beside Valmond's couch, and turned towards the door of the tent.

The spring of a perfect joy at his safety had been followed by an aching in all her body and a trouble at her heart.

Her feet were like lead, her spirit quivered and shrank by turn.

The light of the campfires sent a glow through the open doorway upon the face of the sleeper.
She leaned over him.