There was no noise, and the moonlight showed no living being.

The night was changelessly still and bright; the tragedy had been played, and the mountains and the hills and the running water had not looked.
It took but a few minutes to break through the rustling corn and reach the smouldering logs.

Once before them, there seemed naught to do but to stand and stare at the ruin, until a tongue of flame caught upon a piece of uncharred wood, and showed them the body of the pioneer lying at a little distance from the stone that had formed his doorstep.

At a sign from Haward the negro went and turned it over, then, let it sink again into the seared grass.

"Two arrows, Marse Duke," he said, coming back to the other's side.