He sat in the doorway, the door now open, and stretched his long legs luxuriously.

He was happy; while he might be anxious to go on with the powder, he pined for neither Wareville nor Marlowe for their own sakes.
Paul looked at his comrade with understanding and sympathy.

The forest made its appeal to him also, but in another way; and since Henry was content, he would be content, too.

Used as he was to hardships and narrow quarters, the little cabin would not be a bad place in which to pass two or three days.

He turned back to the fire and held out his hands before the mellow blaze.
Henry examined the forest again, widening his circle, and saw no traces of an enemy.