Come on.

I'm all right now, though I _was_ a bit lame after that tumble." The two boys scrambled up the bank and set out along the river path.

The sun had gone down behind the mountains, and purple shadows were creeping up from the river.

The tower of the Academy Building still glowed crimson where the sun-rays shone on the windows.
"Where's your room ?" asked West.
"Thirty-four Masters Hall," answered Joel March; for now that we have twice been introduced to him there is no excuse for us to longer ignore his name.
"Mine's in Hampton House," said West.

"Number 2.