Townsville, though but a little mountain town built mainly of logs, was indeed a jewel, softened and with a silver sheen thrown over it by the mountain air which was misty that morning.

He dimly saw the long black line of the train standing on the track, and here and there warm rings of smoke rose from the chimneys and floated up into the heavens, where they were lost.
He thought he could detect little figures moving beside the train and he knew that they must be those of his comrades.

He felt for a moment a sense of loneliness.

He had not known these lads long, but the battle had bound them firmly together.

They had been comrades in danger and that made them comrades as long as they lived.
"Greatest town in the world," said Petty, waving toward it a huge hand, encased in a thick yarn glove.