'I think I'll make a sally.' 'I don't think you will,' replied Chevenix.

'When I agreed to come out here and do sentry-go, it was on one condition, Master Ronald: don't you forget that! Military discipline, my boy! Our beat is this path close about the house.

Down, Towzer! good boy, good boy--gently, then!' he went on, caressing his confounded monster.
'To think! The beggar may be hearing us this minute!' cried Ronald.
'Nothing more probable,' said the Major.

'You there, St.Ives ?' he added, in a distinct but guarded voice.

'I only want to tell you, you had better go home.