He did so with ease, then halted, peering cautiously about the yard.
"No one here," the lawyer's son decided at last.

"Whew! I wouldn't dare even to stumble over a tramp taking a nap here.

This is ticklish business, or it would be if I were caught here.

Now, where is the canoe ?" Early in the evening the moon had shone, but now the stars gave all the light there was to be had.

It was so close in the yard that Fred soon pulled off his jacket, carrying it or his arm.
Nowhere in the open yard was the canoe to be seen.