"I'll go on with my supper," said he; then noticing a wistful, hungry look in the child's eyes, "Have a bit ?" he asked.
He cut off a mighty hunk and put it into Paul's ready hand.

Paul perched himself beside him, and they both ate for a long while in silence, dangling their legs.

Now and again the host passed the tin of tea to wash down the food.

The flaming dragon died into a smoky red above the town.

A light or two already appeared in the fringe of mean houses.