Grim vowed he did not see them, although I suspected him of saying that to avoid a panic.

He shepherded us along, speaking in a perfectly normal voice whenever he had to, as if there were no such thing as hurry in the world.

When we reached the farther corner of the moat it was he who climbed out first to con the situation.

A look-out in a bastion on the ruined town wall promptly fired at him.
I expected him to fire back.

I climbed up beside him to lend a hand with the pistol I had filched from Abdul Ali.