"After your long ride, Harry, you'd better eat." "A cup of coffee will do," replied the boy.

"But let me have a rifle.
Skelly and his men will be here in ten minutes." Old Judge Kendrick smiled.
"You can't complain, colonel," he said, "that your son has not inherited your temperament." A rifle, loaded and ready, was handed to Harry, and, at the same time he drank a cup of hot coffee, brought by a trembling black boy.

Allison meanwhile had opened the door a little and was listening.
"I don't hear 'em yet," he said.
"They'll approach cautiously," said Colonel Kenton.

"I think they're likely to leave their horses at the edge of the wood and enter the lawn on foot.

We'll put out the light and go outside." "Good tactics," said Culver, as he promptly blew out the single light.
Then all went upon the great front portico, where they stood for a few moments waiting.