Pretty girls with their faces in red hoods or red comforters were there with food and smoking coffee.

Medicines for the wounded, as much as the village could supply, had been brought to the train, and places were already made for those hurt too badly to go on with the expedition.
The whole cheerful scene, with its life and movement, the sight of new faces and the sound of many voices, had a wonderful effect upon young Dick Mason.

He had a marvellously sensitive temperament, a direct inheritance from his famous border ancestor, Paul Cotter.

Things were always vivid to him.

Either they glowed with color, or they were hueless and dead.