She divined apprehension from it rather than saw much expression in it.
"I--declare," burst out Bo, when she could not eat any more, "this isn't believable.

I'm dreaming....

Nell, the black horse you rode is the prettiest I ever saw." Ranger, with the other animals, was grazing along the little brook.
Packs and saddles had been removed.

The men ate leisurely.

There was little evidence of hurried flight.