"They are trying to take the wind out of Caterham's sails." "It's not enough for that, and--it is almost too much for us," said the third.
"They are cutting us off from Brother Redwood.

Last time I went to him the red notices had crept a mile in, either way.

The road to him along the Downs is no more than a narrow lane." The speaker thought.

"What has come to our brother Redwood ?" "Why ?" said the eldest brother.
The speaker hacked a bough from his pine.

"He was like--as though he wasn't awake.