Then, he was disgusted with his own fatuousness.

For the white form was double the size of Claire Standish.

And he knew this was her brother, crossing from the garage to a door of the house.
The big man swung along with the easy gait of perfect physical strength.

And as the window, whence flowed the light-ray, was alongside the door he intended to enter, his journey toward the house lay in the direct path of the ray.
Brice, in the darkness, just inside the gateway, stood moveless and waited for him to traverse the hundred feet or so that remained between him and the veranda.

The collie fidgeted, at sight of the man in white, and began to growl, inquiringly, far down in his throat.
Gavin patted Bobby Burns reassuringly on the head, to quiet him.