"It's just a foolish risk.

Do you mean to slide down to that brook ?" "Slide! We coast, we don't slide.

I think you had better go back and tell Uncle Jim you were afraid." He was furious.

"I tell you this, Miss Grey--I am afraid--I have been told--well, never mind--that--well---I won't say I'm not afraid--but I'm more afraid of Uncle James than--than--of death." She stood still a moment as she faced him, the two pair of blue eyes meeting.

He was very youthful for his years and was near the possibility of the tears of anger, and, too, the virile qualities of his race were protesting forces in the background of undeveloped character.