It became a pleasure to identify his progress with the quaint rhythm of sound as he sauntered along.

He discovered, as he neared the light, that he was instinctively stepping over the seams in the flagstone sidewalk as he had done as a boy.

He smiled again at this.
There was something exceptionally juvenile and buoyant about his mood, now that he examined it.

He set it down as a reaction from that doctor's extravagant and incendiary talk.

One thing was certain--he would never be caught up at that house beyond the race-course, with its reptiles and its Chinaman.