If she belonged to some other man she would not have asked him to play the part of a husband.

Her freedom and his right to fight for her was the one consuming fact of significance to him just now.

Beside that all others were trivial and unimportant, and every drop of blood in his veins was stirred by a strange exultation.
He found himself whistling again as he refolded his blankets and straightened out his tent.

When he had finished this last task he turned to find Jean standing close behind him, his dark eyes watching him closely.

As he greeted the half-breed, Philip looked for Josephine.
"I am alone, M'sieur," said Jean, coming close to Philip.