The comradeship which had so quickly bloomed as quickly faded.

It was the flower of an idle moment.

Antagonism preceded and followed it.

Thus, one might imagine, might sentries at the outposts of opposing armies pile their arms for half an hour and gossip of their homes or their children, or of something dear to both of them and separate at the bugle sound.
Garratt Skinner swung himself out of his hammock.
"Where's Sylvia, Wallie ?" "She went up to her room." Chayne waited for ten minutes, and for another ten, and still Sylvia did not appear.

She was avoiding him.