I'd be mighty lonesome without you." "Don't fear for me.

Of course, as I told you, I'll be gone for some time, and if I may suggest, Mr.Scott, I wouldn't move from among the vines." "Catch me doing it! I'll say here in my green bower and as my eyes are back in form I'll watch the heavens." "Good-bye, then, for a while." Weber slipped away.

His tread was so light that he vanished, as if he had melted into air.
"That man would certainly have made a good scout in our old Indian days," thought John, and with the thought came the conviction that Weber was too clever to let himself be caught.

Then he turned his attention back to the heavens.
They were now well on into the afternoon, and the sun was at the zenith.
A haze of gold shimmered against the vast blue vault.

A wind perfumed with grass and green leaves, brought also the ceaseless roar of the guns, and now and then the bitter taste of burned gunpowder.