It was an immense brace to his spirit to have Helm beside him during that walk, which, although but eighty yards in extent, seemed to him a matter of leagues.

On the way he had to pass near the new position taken up by Beverley and his men.
It was a fine test of nerve, when the Lieutenant's eyes met those of the Governor.

Neither man permitted the slightest change of countenance to betray his feelings.

In fact, Beverley's face was as rigid as marble; he could not have changed it.
But with Oncle Jazon it was a different affair.

He had no dignity to preserve, no fine military bearing to sustain, no terrible tug of conscience, no paralyzing grip of despair on his heart.