Her face was flushed as she bent over the fire and her sleeves were rolled back, showing her strong white arms.

Her lips were compressed, but as the bullets shining like silver dropped from the mold they would part now and then in a slight smile.

She too had in her the spirit of warlike ancestors and it was aroused now.

Girl, though she was, she felt in her own veins a little of the thrill of coming conflict.
But her thoughts were not wholly of attack and defense; they followed as well him who had come back so suddenly and who was now gone again into the wilderness from which he had emerged.

His appearance and manner had impressed her deeply.