Orme's eyes merely brightened with interest.
Anything like danger or adventure had appeal to him.

I said to him that he seemed to me more soldier than preacher, but he only laughed and evaded.
"You'll eat at our mess to-night, of course" said he.

"That's our fire just over there, and I'm thinking the cook is nearly ready.

There comes Belknap now." Thus, it may be seen, the confusion of these varied meetings had kept me from learning the name or identity of the late passenger of the ambulance.

I presume both Orme and Belknap supposed that the young lady and I had met before we took our places on the ground at the edge of the blanket which served as a table.