You were about right, you see, and I was about wrong." Harry had not a word to say, unless it were tell the man that he loved him for the frankness of his confession.

But the moment was hardly auspicious for such a declaration.

There was no excuse for them to pause in their work, for the fire was still crackling at their back, and they did no more than pause.
"Ah!" said Harry, "there it goes; we shall be done at last." For he saw that he was being outflanked by the advancing flames.

But still they worked, drawing lines of fire here and there, and still they hoped that there might be ground for hope.

Nokes had been seen; but, pregnant as the theme might be with words, it was almost impossible to talk.