Mr.Ware and the schoolmaster sat apart.

Mr.Ware looked steadily at the ground and the schoolmaster, whose heart was wrenched both with his own grief and his friend's, knew not what to say.

Neither did Ross nor Sol disturb them for the moment, but busied themselves with preparations for the new defense.
Mr.Pennypacker was gazing toward the southwest and suddenly on the crest of a low ridge a black and formless object appeared between him and the sun.

At first he thought it was a mote in his eye, and he rubbed the pupils but the mote grew larger, and then he looked with a new and stronger interest.

It was a man; no, two men, one carrying the other, and the motion of the man who bore the other seemed familiar.