They say he has some good-looking ones, but he takes pretty good care that they are not about when we are here.

I suppose she thought she wouldn't be seen along that path.

I will keep a good lookout for her in future." "Don't frighten her away," Francis said, laughing.

"She is the one pleasant thing I have in the day to look at." After some more talk the man retired, and Francis examined his prize.
It was a thin blade of fine steel, and he at once hid it in the earth which formed the floor of the hut.
An hour later the guard opened the door suddenly.

It was now dusk, and Francis was sitting quietly in a corner.
"Bring a light, Thomaso," the guard shouted to his comrade outside.