The mood represented the grist of much subtle effort, comparing, adjustment, and readjustment.

He cultivated it now.

The banditti admired courage, coolness, and good humor.

They had provision of food and wine, the sun still shone warm.
The robber hold was set amid dark, gipsy beauty.
The sun went down, the moon came up.

Ian, lying upon shaggy skins, knew well that to-morrow night--the night after at most--he might not see the sun descend, the moon arise.