Colonel Talbot's brow was corded deeply with thought.

It was a full quarter of an hour before he made a move, and then his opponent looked surprised.
"That does not seem to be your right move, Leonidas." "But it is, Hector, as you will see presently." "Very well.

I will now choose my own course." Lieutenant-Colonel St.Hilaire's own brow became corded and knotted as he put his whole mental energy upon the problem.

Harry watched them a little while, and then strolled over to the other window, where St.Clair was looking at the ruined town.
"Curious how people can find entertainment in so slow a game," he said, nodding toward the two colonels.
"That same game has been going on for more than a year," said St.Clair, with a slight smile.

"It's odd how something always breaks it up.
I wonder what it will be this time.