CHAPTER XXII.
THE PRISONER AT THE BUNGALOW So, exultant of heart, with front toward the bridges of battle, Sat they the whole night long, and the fires that they kindled were many.
E'en as the stars in her train, with the moon as she walketh in splendor, Blaze forth bright in the heavens on nights when the welkin is breathless, Nights when the mountain peaks, their jutting cliffs, and the valleys, All are disclosed to the eye, and above them the fathomless ether Opens to star after star, and glad is the heart of the shepherd-- Such and so many the fires 'twixt the ships and the streams of the Xanthus Kept ablaze by the Trojans in front of the darkening city.
Over the plains were burning a thousand fires, and beside them Each sat fifty men in the firelight glare; and the horses, Champing their fodder and barley white, and instant for action, Stood by the chariot-side and awaited the glory of morning.
_The Iliad_: Translation of Prentiss Cummings.
"In Vienna, Friday!" "There should be great deeds, my dear Jules;" and Monsieur Durand adjusted the wick of a smoking brass lamp that hung suspended from the ceiling of a room of the inn, store and post-office at Lamar.
"Meanwhile, this being but Wednesday, we have our work to do." "Which is not so simple after all, as one studies the situation.

Mr.
Armitage is here, quite within reach.

We suspect him of being a person of distinction.

He evinced unusual interest in a certain document that was once in your own hands--" "_Our_ own hands, if you would be accurate!" "You are captious; but granted so, we must get them back.

The gentleman is dwelling in a bungalow on the mountain side, for greater convenience in watching events and wooing the lady of his heart's desire.