At the sound of our horses' hoofs she glanced up, a frightened look in her face, but her eyes quickly returned to what must have been a sick child.

It was like a picture thrown on a screen, and the next instant we were galloping on through the dark, with only the memory of it.
It may have been two miles further along, when the lieutenant, and his Indian companion, wheeled suddenly to the right, and, without slackening speed, rode through an open gate, and up a gravelled roadway, circling through a grove of trees to the front door of a great square mansion.

It was dark and silent, a wide porch in front supported by huge pillars, a broad flight of steps leading from the driveway.

The Indian ran up these, leaving the lieutenant holding his horse, while we drew up some yards to the rear.

I heard the boom of the iron knocker, followed by a gleam of light through a lower window.