He landed with a shriek.

Briefly the amazon remained framed in the casement, staring with dark defiance down into the upturned faces; her deep bosom was heaving, her smoky hair was slightly disarranged; she allowed her eyes to rest upon the figure entangled among the thorns beneath her, then she closed the window.
Nothing like this had ever occurred in Scotland.

The mighty McLeod missed his putt and took a five.
As Allie Briskow passed through the lobby with her head erect and her fists clenched, she heard the sound of a great shouting outside and she believed it was directed at her.

She fled into her room and flung herself upon her bed, sobbing hoarsely.
Mrs.Ring was waiting on the veranda for Gus Briskow when he returned to the hotel about dark.

He had learned to dread the sight of her on that veranda, for it was her favorite resigning place--what Gus called her "quitting spot," and it was evident to-night that she was in a quitting mood, a mood more hysterical than ever before.