There were horns, whips, spurs, boar spears and guns on the wall.

Mr.Price lighted his pipe and, throwing himself into his great easy chair, said: "Sit down, Robert, I have something to say to you." Robert closed his lips firmly, for he intuitively felt that what was coming would have something unpleasant about it.

Mr.Hugh Price partially raised himself from his chair to close the door.

Robert caught a momentary glance of two anxious faces at the foot of the stairs, watching them and evidently wondering how it was all going to end.
Having closed the door and shut those friendly countenances out from view, Hugh Price raised his slippered feet and placed them on the stool before him, and smoked in silence.

Robert had lost the little fear he had entertained in childhood for his stepfather; but he did not calculate on the cunning and treachery which in Hugh Price had taken the place of strength.