His own first name had been given to him in honor of that redoubtable great-grandfather.
Now all the instincts of Harry's famous ancestors became intensely alive in him.

The blood of those who had been compelled for so many years to watch and fight poured in a full tide through his veins.

His bearing became sharper, his eyes saw through the darkness like those of a cat, and a certain sixth sense, hitherto a dormant instinct which would warn of danger, came suddenly to life.
Two parallel rows of honeysuckle bushes ran back some distance to a vegetable garden.

He reckoned that the mountaineers would be hiding behind these, and therefore he turned away to the right, where dwarf pines, clipped into cones, grew as on the front lawn.

The grass, helped by a wet spring, had grown already to a height of several inches, and Harry was surprised at the ease with which he drew his body through it.